Thomas Kinkade A New Day Dawning

Thomas Kinkade A New Day DawningJohn Collier LilithWilliam Bouguereau The Abduction of Psyche
of course thinking was what she was there for.
And when she looked through her spyglass and saw the relentless outward drift of the sraf, the shadow particles, it seemed to her as if were drifting away with them. She could find no explanation at all.
Three hundred years, the move in a very slight, very slow rhythm as the great tree swayed in the sea breeze. Holding the spyglass to her eye, she watched the myriad tiny sparkles drift through the leaves, past the open mouths of the blossoms, through the massive boughs, moving against the wind, in a slow, deliberate current that mulefa had said: that was how long the trees had been failing. Given that the shadow particles passed through all the worlds alike, presumably the same thing was happening in her universe, too, and in every other one. Three hundred years ago, the Royal Society was set up: the first true scientific society in her world. Newton was making his discoveries about optics and gravitation.Three hundred years ago in Lyra's world, someone invented the alethiometer.At the same time in that strange world through which she'd come to get here, the subtle knife was invented.She lay back on the planks, feeling the platform