i dream of my old friend aip, he's an artist in jakarta, currently working at imaginary friends, i haven't met him for a long time, don't know why he went to my dream last night but it sure was a funny yet wonderful dream.

I'm in a great hall full with victorian decorations and furnitures, just like in louis the ninth's (once king of france) mansion, there are only two person in that hall, me and chris (my friend and also my employer), we keenly and curiously look at a big brown-gold book in a locked cupboard, it is beautifully decorated but looks like an ancient magic book because the papers are brownish instead of clear white.

Our attention to the book are distracted by the sound of footsteps from our behind, we look back and it's my friend aip, he said "wanna read the book ?", "yes, i would love to" i replied. he opened the lock and hand me the book.

the first page is about an animal, the are two illustration of marvelous quality, i looked at both and asked "aip, are you the one who made this illustrations ?", "yes i am" he replied. I thought to myself "damn, he's so goddamn good at this, wonder when he got this kinda skill", chris who hardly ever satisfied with any illustration himself said they were awesome. We open more pages and see even more wonderful illustrations, it's at a level of those paintings made by leonardo da vinci, van gogh, etc.

the last page of the book is a special one, the illustration is animated, it was a picture of earth, and it is spinning, the suprising thing is that it is accurate, it was noon that day in indonesia, and so is indonesia in the picture, it is brightly lit by the sun. This is a superb animation, created by a pure genius, a prodigy !! and i'm glad that i have such a friend.

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