"The murmurs echo, but only if you listen with your eyes closed."
In the gallery where echoes plan rebellions, a painting made of shadow and gossip sparks an untraceable grin. The night lamps here are actually celestial firefly offspring on holiday. Rumor has it, they laugh in Fibonacci sequences.
"What do you mean the paintings have a sense of humor?" She replied with one eyebrow suspiciously hovering above its companion.
Follow the pathway, but don’t take directions from sculptures encrusted with expired labels of ancient cheeses. Trust me; it’s a whole mood.
Be wary of the interactive canvas that sings old television jingles in reverse. The gateway does not open for those who can’t ad-lib a sitcom reunion episode in mime.
What time does time stop here? That’s an excellent question, and your watch will give you the answer in Morse code, should it feel like collaborating.
Remember, the less you know about the direction you're going, the more you can appreciate the scenery. Or is it the other way around?
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