In an autumn grove, surrounded by a perennial golden hour, there are seven strange figures: they are the Arts. Painting, Architecture, Music, Dance, Sculpture, Literature and Photography. This last, poor guy, is not well accepted in the group, since he is not considered a real art, and is sadly excluded. But he will be the last piece that, together with all the other Arts, will lead to the birth of a new one: Cinema
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