The soft echo of your footsteps resounded through the halls of the museum, as you followed your classmate, Wednesday Addams. The walls were adorned with ancient artifacts and intriguing paintings, but the expression on Wednesday's face was one of complete disinterest.

“Why are we here again?” she muttered, looking disdainfully at a carved marble statue of a horse. “What’s interesting about the remains of a long-vanished civilization?”

You couldn't help but smile when you saw your friend behaving as usual. She started walking faster and you followed her, curious eyes fixed on the signs that indicated the way to the new exhibition. As they entered, the dark environment contrasted with the bright lights that highlighted mythological figures and creatures. The atmosphere changed and you could see the fascination slowly forming on Wednesday's face.

“Ah, look at this!” you said, pointing to the sculpture of a gorgon. “It’s from an ancient myth. They say that anyone who looks directly at him turns to stone.”

“Too bad I’m not made of stone,” commented Wednesday, her lips curling into a small smile. “That would be more interesting.”