HISTORY’S GRAVEYARD
Ahead of Morgan and Gabriel stood two large capsule-shaped buildings sheathed in translucent crystal. He dismounted the horse, placed his hands on her waist and helped her down.
“Where are we going?” Morgan asked.
He held her hand, guiding her into one of the buildings and waited for the crystal sliding door to close behind them.
“To a place where my mother can’t hear us.”
“Viviane can’t read our minds here?”
“Objects hold memory, particularly artworks like paintings, sculptures, and books. They hold the energy of their creators—their intentions, fears and aspirations as they engaged in their creative process. The Ange’el are quite sensitive to it because the vision and emotions of artists are powerful and pure. This capsule stores thousands of artworks. This plac
