Prompt: A wall performing reality curation, with sections that appear to be carefully selecting and arranging different versions of existence like exhibits in a museum of possible worlds. Creative Process: The walls held memories that weren't mine. painted figures trapped in eternal contemplation, each frame a window into someone else's solitude. it reminded me of that time i found an abandoned museum in kyoto where all the paintings had been left to fade - the colors bleeding into each other until the subjects became spectral impressions of themselves. the viewer, standing alone, becomes part of the exhibition - another shadow cast against the light of forgotten stories..