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The Sonnenfreunde —the "Friends of the Sun"—had been a collective that believed the human body was merely a vessel for light. They hadn't hung paintings. They had used the walls as canvases for massive, life-sized murals. Over the decades, moisture and neglect had caused the paint to bubble and peel, turning the depicted figures into ghostly, flaying remnants of themselves.
The glare was blinding. For a split second, the reflection in the glass wiped out the image of the people. Julian lowered the camera, blinking away the spots in his vision.
When Julian finally left the Sonnenfreunde gallery, he left his camera bag unzipped. He didn't take a single piece of the rubble, didn't pocket a souvenir. He just walked out into the twilight, feeling the fading warmth on his own skin, understanding for the first time that he, too, was part of the exhibit.
Julian looked at the image, then back toward the staircase leading up. He had just come from the atrium. He had photographed the weeds, the decay, the emptiness. But looking at this image, he felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of intrusion. The building wasn't empty. It was full of memory.