and my belief won , she came for me that night , to take me with her into that painting , her curls showing me the light of dawn and the awaiting horror of dusk , were still swaying even in the dark closed walls of the room , the mystic smile on her strawberry lips was still intact , but that light in her eyes was lost , they were dark like a warning of not to trust them , to run for my life , but i trusted her , my heart said that it was safe , if it was with her , so ignoring my instincts i followed pale gown flowing behind her and i entered into the painting .