Chapter 8: (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
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Chapter 8 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
What? Wasn't this a planned program that repeats? Yesterday, the Four Seasons was the first painting, but today, the Zodiac is the first one. That's also a painting I saw yesterday.
Just like yesterday, I can see bright lights entering the 12 zodiac signs positioned behind the woman.
Lights come on in all the zodiac signs and then go off, with the light coming on in the Aries sign at the bottom left of the Zodiac of the Ecliptic. After the brilliantly shining light of Aries goes off, the Taurus sign lights up, followed by Gemini.
The zodiac signs light up one by one.
After the last sign, Pisces, shines and then flickers off, all 12 lights come on and go off at once.
And finally, one zodiac sign lights up.
It'll stop at Leo, just like yesterday.
I was closely watching the Leo sign, expecting the light to come on.
"Huh?"
It's not Leo? This time, the light comes on in Pisces, located at the very end. Is each program operated slightly differently?
At that moment, I felt the dizziness of anemia returning and reflexively closed my eyes.
An unpleasant sensation.
It's a feeling I've experienced yesterday, but still, I'm unable to adapt to the anemic symptoms. Even with my eyes closed, I feel the darkness enveloping me. I only opened my eyes after the spinning sensation completely vanished.
What? Where is this place?
Have I entered a dream again?
Great! That's what I wanted. Today, I wish to see the commercially successful Mucha creating and pouring out magnificent works of art as he soars in his career. It would give me strength too.
But what unfolds before my eyes isn't the glamorous streets of Paris, but a dark bedroom of a night.
Not just any bedroom, but that of a European-style mansion.
The person who looks like the father is a little behind, wearing a suit.
Just arriving home, carrying bags full of bread and fruits in both hands, he enters while smiling.
The edges of the painting are adorned with vines, and it crosses my mind that it would look splendid if colored in a refreshing green.
While I don't claim to know every painting in the world, this one doesn't ring a bell in my memory.
I'll look it up once I wake up. I'm extremely curious about how it will feel when it's completed.
I got lost in the painting for a while and then slowly walked back towards the direction of the bed.
Finally, when I reached the bottom of the bed, in the moonlight's shadow, I found an old man lying there.
White hair of moderate length, a white and stylish mustache curled upwards, and a similarly long white beard extending to his neck. If not for an overall feeling of frailty, he could almost be linked to Santa Claus.
On the bedside table next to the bed where the old man lies, there's a pair of round glasses that seem to belong to him. Who is this grandfather? I feel like I've seen him somewhere.
I stared at the sleeping old man for a while.
The old man's breathing reached my ears. However, the sound was unusual.
Thanks to my experiences visiting the hospital frequently due to my disabled brother, I remember the sounds of patients in the pulmonary cancer ward. Labored breathing, as if boiling phlegm. There's a strong smell of impending death from the old man.
This old man is in considerable pain right now.
As I observed the sleeping old man for a while, I noticed a large and beautiful patterned lamp next to the bed. It seemed like it would emit a beautiful light when turned on.
Above the old man's head hung a large painting, and next to it, there was a calendar.
" July 4, 1939?"
In a fleeting thought, I quickly turned my head to the old man's face, and a shiver ran down my spine.
This grandfather is Alphonse Mucha, who died ten days ago.
In just a day, Mucha, who I saw as a 34-year-old yesterday, has now become a 78-year-old in front of me.
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Chapter 8 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
What? Wasn't this a planned program that repeats? Yesterday, the Four Seasons was the first painting, but today, the Zodiac is the first one. That's also a painting I saw yesterday.
Just like yesterday, I can see bright lights entering the 12 zodiac signs positioned behind the woman.
Lights come on in all the zodiac signs and then go off, with the light coming on in the Aries sign at the bottom left of the Zodiac of the Ecliptic. After the brilliantly shining light of Aries goes off, the Taurus sign lights up, followed by Gemini.
The zodiac signs light up one by one.
After the last sign, Pisces, shines and then flickers off, all 12 lights come on and go off at once.
And finally, one zodiac sign lights up.
It'll stop at Leo, just like yesterday.
I was closely watching the Leo sign, expecting the light to come on.
"Huh?"
It's not Leo? This time, the light comes on in Pisces, located at the very end. Is each program operated slightly differently?
At that moment, I felt the dizziness of anemia returning and reflexively closed my eyes.
An unpleasant sensation.
It's a feeling I've experienced yesterday, but still, I'm unable to adapt to the anemic symptoms. Even with my eyes closed, I feel the darkness enveloping me. I only opened my eyes after the spinning sensation completely vanished.
What? Where is this place?
Have I entered a dream again?
Great! That's what I wanted. Today, I wish to see the commercially successful Mucha creating and pouring out magnificent works of art as he soars in his career. It would give me strength too.
But what unfolds before my eyes isn't the glamorous streets of Paris, but a dark bedroom of a night.
Not just any bedroom, but that of a European-style mansion.
The person who looks like the father is a little behind, wearing a suit.
Just arriving home, carrying bags full of bread and fruits in both hands, he enters while smiling.
The edges of the painting are adorned with vines, and it crosses my mind that it would look splendid if colored in a refreshing green.
While I don't claim to know every painting in the world, this one doesn't ring a bell in my memory.
I'll look it up once I wake up. I'm extremely curious about how it will feel when it's completed.
I got lost in the painting for a while and then slowly walked back towards the direction of the bed.
Finally, when I reached the bottom of the bed, in the moonlight's shadow, I found an old man lying there.
White hair of moderate length, a white and stylish mustache curled upwards, and a similarly long white beard extending to his neck. If not for an overall feeling of frailty, he could almost be linked to Santa Claus.
On the bedside table next to the bed where the old man lies, there's a pair of round glasses that seem to belong to him. Who is this grandfather? I feel like I've seen him somewhere.
I stared at the sleeping old man for a while.
The old man's breathing reached my ears. However, the sound was unusual.
Thanks to my experiences visiting the hospital frequently due to my disabled brother, I remember the sounds of patients in the pulmonary cancer ward. Labored breathing, as if boiling phlegm. There's a strong smell of impending death from the old man.
This old man is in considerable pain right now.
As I observed the sleeping old man for a while, I noticed a large and beautiful patterned lamp next to the bed. It seemed like it would emit a beautiful light when turned on.
Above the old man's head hung a large painting, and next to it, there was a calendar.
" July 4, 1939?"
In a fleeting thought, I quickly turned my head to the old man's face, and a shiver ran down my spine.
This grandfather is Alphonse Mucha, who died ten days ago.
In just a day, Mucha, who I saw as a 34-year-old yesterday, has now become a 78-year-old in front of me.
Chapter 8 2 - The Mysterious Art MuseumWhat? Wasn't this a planned program that repeats? Yesterday, the Four Seasons was the first painting, but today, the Zodiac is the first one. That's also a painting I saw yesterday.Just like yesterday, I can see bright lights entering the 12 zodiac signs positioned behind the woman.Lights come on in all the zodiac signs and then go off, with the light coming on in the Aries sign at the bottom left of the Zodiac of the Ecliptic. After the brilliantly shining light of Aries goes off, the Taurus sign lights up, followed by Gemini.The zodiac signs light up one by one.After the last sign, Pisces, shines and then flickers off, all 12 lights come on and go off at once.And finally, one zodiac sign lights up.It'll stop at Leo, just like yesterday.I was closely watching the Leo sign, expecting the light to come on."Huh?"It's not Leo? This time, the light comes on in Pisces, located at the very end. Is each program operated slightly differently?At that moment, I felt the dizziness of anemia returning and reflexively closed my eyes.An unpleasant sensation.It's a feeling I've experienced yesterday, but still, I'm unable to adapt to the anemic symptoms. Even with my eyes closed, I feel the darkness enveloping me. I only opened my eyes after the spinning sensation completely vanished.What? Where is this place?Have I entered a dream again?Great! That's what I wanted. Today, I wish to see the commercially successful Mucha creating and pouring out magnificent works of art as he soars in his career. It would give me strength too.But what unfolds before my eyes isn't the glamorous streets of Paris, but a dark bedroom of a night.Not just any bedroom, but that of a European-style mansion.The person who looks like the father is a little behind, wearing a suit.Just arriving home, carrying bags full of bread and fruits in both hands, he enters while smiling.The edges of the painting are adorned with vines, and it crosses my mind that it would look splendid if colored in a refreshing green.While I don't claim to know every painting in the world, this one doesn't ring a bell in my memory.I'll look it up once I wake up. I'm extremely curious about how it will feel when it's completed.I got lost in the painting for a while and then slowly walked back towards the direction of the bed.Finally, when I reached the bottom of the bed, in the moonlight's shadow, I found an old man lying there.White hair of moderate length, a white and stylish mustache curled upwards, and a similarly long white beard extending to his neck. If not for an overall feeling of frailty, he could almost be linked to Santa Claus.On the bedside table next to the bed where the old man lies, there's a pair of round glasses that seem to belong to him. Who is this grandfather? I feel like I've seen him somewhere.I stared at the sleeping old man for a while.The old man's breathing reached my ears. However, the sound was unusual.Thanks to my experiences visiting the hospital frequently due to my disabled brother, I remember the sounds of patients in the pulmonary cancer ward. Labored breathing, as if boiling phlegm. There's a strong smell of impending death from the old man.This old man is in considerable pain right now.As I observed the sleeping old man for a while, I noticed a large and beautiful patterned lamp next to the bed. It seemed like it would emit a beautiful light when turned on.Above the old man's head hung a large painting, and next to it, there was a calendar." July 4, 1939?"In a fleeting thought, I quickly turned my head to the old man's face, and a shiver ran down my spine.This grandfather is Alphonse Mucha, who died ten days ago.In just a day, Mucha, who I saw as a 34-year-old yesterday, has now become a 78-year-old in front of me.
