“In the early afternoon, Under a grey sky. You were on your way to an art gallery”

“Yet more of Guertena's works, immortalized in the halls of white, which is where you lay. With your feet taking you across the floors and eyes and mind satiated by the walls adorned with art.”

“Yet trouble follows suit. Not for you, but for one goer. A girl, attempting to admire the sculpture of the rose and it's thorns curling up into a beautiful red. Her expression of understanding the art is sound. Yet, their words fickle.”