The Old Museum
"I was here once before.
My very being resonates with the pulse of existence within these walls, though the tapestry of recollections has faded from the canvas of my mind.
How distant those epochs seem, as fragments of memories weave an ephemeral dance through my essence, caressed by the timeworn embrace of this edifice.

A query lingers on the edge of my lips, yet solitude is my sole companion in this sacred space.

Beside the window, adorned with the patina of age, I stand, an ode to a time when laughter and love brushed against the contours of these walls.

The echo of clasped hands and secrets exchanged in hushed tones still whispers through the corridors of my soul.

My spirit comes from no beginning nor end."

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