"Come on.." Guiying said, already moving. "I want to see the main galleries."
Liuxian fell into step beside him without a word, which was one of the things Guiying had quietly come to appreciate about him, he never made you explain yourself twice when your direction was already clear.
The main galleries were further in, past a set of tall double doors that opened into a space that made you stop involuntarily just from the scale of it.
The ceiling vaulted high overhead, the light coming down clean and diffused from skylights that ran the full length of the room, and the pieces on the walls were the kind that you had heard about, read about, seen in print so many times that seeing them in person still managed to be a surprise.
Because print lied.
Print always lied.
It flattened things, reduced them, gave you the information without the presence.
Guiying stood in the entrance of the room and felt the presence.
"Oh," he said, quietly, to no one in particular.
