Chapter 16 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 16 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Even though it was just a dream, I mourned for him who was about to face death.

The perspective in dreams seems to change freely, but I wondered how I would feel seeing him in his youth? No, there's Monica's exam tomorrow, would it be helpful to see the successful and thriving Mucha that I wanted to see last time?

Or am I getting ahead of myself drinking the celebratory 'kimchi soup' before having that dream again? [T/N:

Dont drink the kimchi soup first ( )!

]

The digital media art exhibition is still scheduled to feature Alphonse Mucha, and still, no one is there.

Everything remains the same, yet here I am, feeling disoriented. I hesitated in front of the museum for a moment, then entered.

I didn't go there looking for hints or answers to the problems I'm facing.

Maybe it was a kind of escapism chosen in a hopeless situation?

As I familiarly bought a ticket and went downstairs, as always, the grand music was playing. It seems I entered in the middle or latter part of the program this time.

The wall displaying the fascinating women Alphonse Mucha always drew.

The enchanting woman captures the viewer's attention with her flowing hair, beautiful decorations, and fluttering clothing.New novel chapters are published on

I waited for the picture, chuckling and washing my face with my dry hands.

'I'm not crazy, what kind of imagination is this?'

Yes, it was just a dream.

I fell asleep looking at his painting and dreamt something related.

There's no way the museum is talking to me and forcing me to dream, right?

I shook my head from side to side and propped my chin, staring at the wall.

Then, the image of the Zodiac constellations came to mind again.

With a hopeful heart, I stared intently at the constellations as the lights started to come on again.

Lights came on in each constellation one by one, and after the last Pisces constellation shined and flickered, all twelve lights came on and went out at once.

Finally, the light comes on in one constellation.

I narrowed my eyes and murmured.

'Pisces again.'

If my hypothesis has credibility, I will dream again, and the Alphonse Mucha I meet in that dream will be him just before his death.