As I place my fingers on the cold handle the door
slides open. I take a curious step into this peaceful room and I feel my feet
slightly sinking into sand. Within half a second my eyes are investigating the
reason behind this unexpected movement and my body relaxes when I realise that
I’m not dealing with quicksand. This is dust. Small pieces of stones and
priceless dust. The investigation now wants to expand to my surroundings. This
place reminds me of a cave yet it seems very luxurious; a hidden palace made of
untouchable jewels. I discover empty frames on the never-ending walls. I have a
desire to fill them in with art, with the finest only.
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