In a quiet sanctuary of an art gallery, where the air is imbued with the scent of linseed oil and the faint whisper of footsteps reverberates like a hymn, one finds oneself drifting into their own thoughts.It’s as though time itself slows to a gentle cadence, allowing the mind to wander through the corridors of … Continue reading reverie
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