Us and Our Gods

And as we went into the museum of the Gods, a total of 13 exhibits of wax statuses and creatures of different Greek Gods lined the building. Every one of us: enchanted, with how lively they look. We all squawked around like on a field trip. The humans did a pretty good job here. Different sounds for each exhibits, different lights, different spirits. I saw kids and their parents walking through the hallways of Zeus, which was dark and rainy with lighting sounds all through the hallway. Behind the gates there were human wax figures of his home and life. The kids disregarded the gates and touched the figures anyways. I searched for my mothers exhibit and felt a force pull towards it as I got closer. I heard the sound of smooth seductive jazz and laughter calling from inside. I glance at the others and noticed they too, did the same towards their parent's hallways. Except for Imile. She stood there, still, like always. As I was about to enter my exhibit, before I turned away from her, I saw just her eyes move: dart,towards this area that wasn't in the main room with the other exhibits. But I was too enhanced with the pigmented colors shouting at my eyes to look away any longer.