Time whispers through layers of paint dripping from ancient canvases; each layer a story, each story a forgotten echo. Candle flames play shadows across degrading frescoes, leaving viewers wonder about souls that once wandered endless corridors.
Rusty keys found in the crevices whisper to sentimental boxes, their contents now questioned by gesturing shadows: What were you meant to unlock? Do they carry the light of knowledge or the shade of nostalgia remembered only in anonymity?
The luminous prisms hanging haphazardly in the encompassing darkness yield a soft glow—fleeting forms skip along dust-laden marble floors beneath their latent watch. Perhaps eternal youth dwells here? Where light and shadows conspire, enigmas rest.