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The Victorian Era
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The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember...
I looked around,holding the painting. I could hear faint noises. A song. People chatting. I began walking towards the sound. It grew louder with every step taken. The hallway was filled with photographs and painting that perfectly illustrated The Victorian Era.
A huge, white ballroom was laid in front of me. Carvings that could tell generations of stories were made on the huge pillars. Sculptures stood tall and still. The ceiling was high, ancient Roman or Greek style. Chandeliers were put. Below them were men tossing hats, swaying their frock coats and inviting women for a dance. Women were lifting their dress with their right hand,placing the other on the man's and dancing to the melody of a song. The song over powered...
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember...
I looked around,holding the painting. I could hear faint noises. A song. People chatting. I began walking towards the sound. It grew louder with every step taken. The hallway was filled with photographs and painting that perfectly illustrated The Victorian Era.
A huge, white ballroom was laid in front of me. Carvings that could tell generations of stories were made on the huge pillars. Sculptures stood tall and still. The ceiling was high, ancient Roman or Greek style. Chandeliers were put. Below them were men tossing hats, swaying their frock coats and inviting women for a dance. Women were lifting their dress with their right hand,placing the other on the man's and dancing to the melody of a song. The song over powered...
