The Death of Art
STORY IN FULL Serena leaned back in her chair, crossing her long fishnet-clad legs as the host settled in across from her. The woman's manicured hand gripped the microphone, her eyes shining with a keen interest. "So, Serena, this... final act, as you call it - it's certainly going to be your magnum opus. But to take your own life? Isn't that a bit...extreme?" Serena chuckled, her fingers trailing along the curve of her neck. "Oh, you could say that darling, I've never been one for half-measures, it's the ultimate expression of art. My body, my soul - all of it, given over to the preservation of beauty." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And think of the fortune it will bring. Funds to restore those forgotten masterpieces, to give them new life from mine." "Honestly, I'm honored. I get to become them in away." "This is the pinnacle of my life's work. I'm giving everything...
