The Secret of the Marble
The cool surface of the marble statue sent a chill through my fingertips, but it wasn’t the cold that stopped my breath—it was the way the world around me dissolved, like a dream slipping away with the dawn. The quiet hum of the museum, the footsteps of tourists shuffling from one Renaissance masterpiece to the next, and even the murmurs of the audio guide in my ear—all vanished. In their place, I felt the heavy scent of lavender, the brush of warm air, and the distant hum of life. Read more