The long hallway that led to a grand chamber was bathed in
the golden light of a mid-day sun. In its warm light, portraits of men and
their families hung in elegant style, framed in silver and emerald
embellishments. Somehow, they always looked so unhappy. Forced to sit for hours
in front of a man who would paint their likeness so generations past would know
of their ancestors and on it went until they reached the doors of this grand
chamber and all that hung before the door was an empty frame.