He then got out of the Kumari house and went straight ahead. While going ahead he noticed a bell of his size but the staircase to it was closed. So he dropped the thought to measure whether his height or bells is taller. He then again continued his walk on the way to the hanuman dhoka where he got to know why it was truly called the hanuman dhoka. He there saw an orangish-red statue of the hanuman beside the door, which looked as if it was guarding the door. He ticked to the museum and was ready to go inside the museum but he unconsciously or with his subconscious mind bowed down to the hanuman at the door. He showed the ticket to the army standing at the door. And he gave few instructions on how the nine-storied palace inside was dangerous and about the places that were forbidden to take photos of. Just after entering inside, he found the photos of the late kings of Nepal placed in an order. He then began to see these pictures and tried to read their name but it was out of the league to read those names without the proper instruction and teaching on the Nepali language. He saw different kinds of things in there which fascinated him and then he went further in but when he was about to go inside the nine-storied durbar a sudden breeze hit his face and his body shivered. He then went inside. The inside of that nine-storied building was more fascinating. He was amazed by how well it was built when there were no engineers nor proper resources but it has survived two massive quakes and all these years without trembling a bit. It was just the recent earthquake that had shaken that building as well as people’s hearts from the root. He was totally amazed and was mesmerized by the arts that were carved in the woods in each corner. There was no corner where the art wasn’t splashed. Each corner of the palace was filled with different kinds of art, which can’t be described by any combination of 26 alphabets or any of the words of the dictionary.
There were people when he was going inside the palace but there was no one when he reached the next floor of the palace. It was only then he noticed that it was a forbidden floor and he was there due to the language barrier. He noticed the no proceeding sign and was about to go on the same floor as before but heard a voice. A voice that he often used to hear in his nightmares. It was just a voice, it wasn’t someone speaking nor talking but it was a voice like someone muttering, it was unclear but he clearly knew it was the voice from his nightmare. He didn’t dare to ask who was there nor he dared to respond he was too busy getting scared. He quickly went to the next floor instead of the previous floor he was supposed to be in. He stopped hearing voices but now he was lost. He had no idea where he was. He had to return to where he came from but he didn’t know-how. After getting all scared and wiping up the sweat from his forehead he realized not only the voice was the same but this time the floor he was standing in was the exact same palace he saw himself being crowned in the dream. But it was the same dream where he had heard those unknown voices.
Had it been his own country he would have called people for help or call out the name of anything or just anyone that comes into his head, but it was foreign for him. He was not in a familiar place. He didn’t know what to do, but after he came back to his senses he gathered courage and tried to go back to where he came from. He realized that he was on the next floor than he should be on and was searching for downstairs. He found it, downstairs to the hallway and the door to outside. But before he decided to go down to the door outside, he thought of something brought his camera, turned off the flash, and clicked some photos of the place, where he was also some pictures of the place where he had heard voices. He was now outside the palace, he then turned back looked at from the ground he was standing to its top pinnacle, it seemed as if it was calling him to be there if it could it would definitely call out his name" thought to himself.