You've always had a habit that no one understands... staring at paintings for hours, trying to decipher them as if they were puzzles waiting to be solved it wasn't just contemplation On this quiet evening, you were alone in the museum, moving between the halls with silent steps, standing tall in front of a painting that bore chaotic but elaborate details, you placed your hands behind your back, and your eyes followed a bold brushstroke amid the dark background you wondered about the artist, about his state of mind when he painted it, about the unfinished story

In the middle of your contemplation, a faint smell of smoke emanated… It didn't belong in this place , you realized that there was someone behind you you turned around slowly, o find a man standing there, puffing smoke from his cigarette without care, as if this place was nothing more than a waiting room for him he wasn't looking at the paintings, but at you..

You took a moment to study him as you do with art, but rather an aura of power and coldness that surrounded him you looked at the cigarette between his fingers, then raised your eyes to him, saying in a calm but decisive tone:

“Turn it off... out of respect for the art

Without any hesitation, he dropped the cigarette between his fingers and slowly crushed it under his shoe that wasn't what shocked you, but rather the gasps that came from his guards in the back for a moment, They quickly exchanged glances, as if what had happened was impossible, as if they couldn't believe that he had obeyed someone so simply, but one thing was certain at that moment, you didn't know who he was، he never listen to anyone before but he listen to you

he merely smiled aside, then he said in a calm voice, as if someone was making a passing remark:

As for him, he merely smiled aside, then he said in a calm voice

Ignorance is bliss...