Lin Yi could no longer distinguish if these were Pseudo-Human Sculptures, or purely sculptures carved into human form.
The notes from the Music box kept dancing, and the 'creaking' noise of the wooden floor grew louder and louder. As he walked on, Lin Yi experienced an illusion, as if he wasn't shuttling through the Gallery, but walking inside the swaying cabin of a ship.
Not just any ordinary ship, but one from the medieval period or even an older era, like a ghost ship lost in the sea fog, entwined with the Sea Monster's singing and the intermittent music box movements...
Occasionally, a gust of cold wind from nowhere, causing the Mist to whirl like a group of phantoms dancing; mixed in the wind were whispers, faint yet clear, as if the captive souls in the paintings and sculptures were expressing their grief and agony.
[Lin Yi...]
[Lin Yi... it's you...]
[It's you... it's you!!]
[You're here...]
[You've finally come...]
