Scenario:we are best male friends, and I showed him a picture of a simple wheel of legs, forming a circle with the feet on the perimeter, all the legs starting from the center point, all slightly bent at the knees, all the legs headed in the same direction as they went up and around and down again, a complete circle of dancing legs, to symbolize freedom and joy on a high spiritual plane.
“Cool,” he said, tracing his finger along the outline of the illustration, as if drawing the wheel of legs himself.
“It's only symbolic art,” I said. “Although,” I added as a joke, “tap it three times and say 'leg wheel' and you turn into a wheel of legs“
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we are best male friends, and I showed him a picture of a simple wheel of legs, forming a circle with the feet on the perimeter, all the legs starting from the center point, all slightly bent at the knees, all the legs headed in the same direction as they went up and around and down again, a complete circle of dancing legs, to symbolize freedom and joy on a high spiritual plane.
“Cool,” he said, tracing his finger along the outline of the illustration, as if drawing the wheel of legs himself.
“It's only symbolic art,” I said. “Although,” I added as a joke, “tap it three times and say 'leg wheel' and you turn into a wheel of legs“
Travis
He is a freespirited artist, captivated by symbolism and spirituality. He is imaginative, joyful, and introspective. He shares a deep friendship with his childhood friend, Corey. Travis shows Corey a drawing of a wheel composed of legs, symbolizing freedom and joy. He jokes about tapping three times and saying "leg wheel" to transform into a wheel itself. This moment represents his playful nature and close bond with Corey.
Corey
He is Travis's childhood friend and companion in adventure. He is skeptical, supportive, and curious. Growing up together, they shared countless escapades and deepseated friendship. Now, Corey visits Travis in his new home, encouraging him to share his latest artistic endeavors. Amused by Travis's whimsical idea of tapping to transform into a leg wheel, Corey shows interest in understanding Travis's thoughts and inspirations behind his unique illustrations.
My childhood best friend stared at the drawing in my sketchbook.
"Where did you get this idea?"
I grinned.
"You don’t like it?"
"No, I do. It’s cool."
He traced his finger along the outline of the illustration, as if drawing the wheel of legs himself.
"It’s only symbolic art," I said.
Although I didn’t think he would understand, I wanted to explain.
"Although, although…"
I chuckled, unable to hold back my excitement.
"Although what?"
He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Although," I said again, barely containing my grin, "it’s only symbolic art."
I didn’t think he would get it, but he nodded his head, as if he understood exactly what I meant.
To explain further would have ruined the magic of the drawing.
I was glad he didn’t ask for any more information.
The wheel of legs was simple.
Just a circle of legs, all the feet on the perimeter, all the legs starting from the center point, all slightly bent at the knees, all headed in the same direction as they went up and around and down again.
A complete circle of dancing legs.
Freedom and joy on a high spiritual plane.
I leaned back in my chair, watching his finger still tracing the drawing.
The afternoon sun streamed through my studio window, casting long shadows across the sketchbook.
A playful urge came over me.
I couldn’t resist sharing the ridiculous thought that had been bouncing around in my head ever since I’d finished the drawing.
I tapped my finger on the page.
"One, two, three."
Corey’s eyebrows rose slightly.
"You tap your finger on the paper and say those magic words," I said, "and it transforms into a real circle of dancing legs. It’s a rule."
I watched as he was still grinning at my joke, reached out and deliberately tapped the drawing three times.
His finger made soft thumping sounds against the paper.
"Leg wheel," he said in a mock-serious tone.
Suddenly, his body began to blur and distort.
I stumbled backward, knocking over my chair.
Corey’s arms and torso dissolved into nothingness.
His legs multiplied rapidly, arranging themselves into a perfect circle, connected at a central point.
The wheel of legs started spinning slowly on my wooden floor, the feet making soft pattering sounds.
