The moon hangs like a shy visitor amidst the clouds, casting a soft glow on the museum's outer walls. Inside, beyond the echoes of hurried footsteps, are tales that no one dares to speak aloud. These stories, whispered by shadows, are lost in the corridors yet found in the heart.
Listen closely, and you might hear them. But beware, for these are not tales of roses and rainbows. They're the silent screams of vestiges from yesteryears. A painter's brush touching canvas in the dead of night, creating scenes only visible to the moonlight, stands in one corner. In another, a violin plays a tune that never ends, its notes curling into the darkness, searching for solace.
Do you wonder what tales the artifacts hold? Perhaps a worn-out book lies open on a forgotten shelf, its pages filled with words that burn as you read, or a locket containing whispers of a love that echoed in eternity.
A faint voice murmurs: "The clock ticks but never counts the hours..."
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