Chapter 104 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 104 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

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"Wow, is this for real?"

Passing through the black door and walking along the cave passage, I came across stairs leading underground. Opening the door at the end of the stairs, I could only mutter in astonishment.

"The museum really followed me here?"

Inside the museum.

The space resembled the strange museum in Jongno that I remembered.

Even the appearance of the walls and ceiling.

And the central rock sofa where I sit and fall asleep every day remained the same.

Am I still not awake from my sleep?

Am I still dreaming after falling back asleep following my dawn conversation with Youngju? It doesn't make sense, does it?

The grand sound of music.

The beautiful flower paintings that adorn the walls and ceiling.

Little Lea, five years old, gazes at the ceiling, her mouth agape at the sight she's seeing for the first time in her life.

She almost fell backward while craning her neck, but I barely caught her.

"Woah! Lea, be careful. Stay safely in my arms."

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Lea wildly looks around, taking in the paintings. Her face shows wonder and amazement. Clearly, this is her first visit here too. So, the hypothesis that both Jongno and this place had museums is false. There's only one answer. The museum is following me.

"What on earth."

Why? Why is it following me?

Thinking about it won't yield an answer.

For now, I take Lea to the central rock sofa.

If this were Jongno, I'd have sat her next to me, but this place is unfamiliar. Since I can't predict what might happen, I put Leah on my lap, ready to run out if necessary.

Out of curiosity, I checked my phone.

"As expected, no signal."

This was the same in the Jongno museum. Whether it's because it's underground or something else is blocking it, cellphones don't work well inside the museum. This means it's hard to call for help in an emergency. Should we just leave? I feel uneasy.

Then, Lea shouts triumphantly.

"Wow!"

What is it? The main wall Lea is looking at.

A new painting is being projected there.

'Woman with a Parasol.'

For someone who had only seen giant mansions or large houses with gardens where nobles lived, the sight of closely packed houses was new to me. They were very close together, almost touching, giving off a feeling of poverty.

Tap, tap.

Huh? What's this feeling? Something is hitting my leg. Is it a dog? No way, can people see me this time too?

As I reflexively looked down, my eyes nearly popped out.

Le, Lea?

A little angel baby was looking up at me. Could it be that Lea was also dragged into this dream? Then Lea spoke.

Yeah, Ban. Where is this?

..?

Hmm?

Lea? You understand me?

Lea looked up at me and said.

Since you're speaking our language now. Didnt you always know it?

..

But why havent you spoken until now?

What is this situation?

Let's think for a moment.

Right, when I first fell into this dream, I didnt know Czech or French, but I could understand and converse with people.

With a puzzled face, I glanced at Lea, who was looking at me, and nodded.

In dreams, conversation flows.

The problem is whether this is just a dream based on my imagination or if Lea is really dreaming with me.

First, I should get Lea out of this dangerous street where even carriages pass through.

I quickly picked up Lea and went to the front of a house by the roadside. It was a house with a door two steps up, and I sat down on those steps, making eye contact with Lea.

Lea.

Yes?

The museum we entered together. Was it originally here?

A museum?

Yes, remember we went into the forest together, bought tickets and entered?

A museum, whats that?

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