The museum stood empty and silent. The people had all disappeared, save for the security guards that patrolled the hall.
The paintings were desperate for news of their missing audience. The Seurat, which had an enviable spot near the security office, heard snatches of information and doled out gossip to the rest of the installations.
The renaissance paintings, no strangers to plague years, spread the information faithfully. The realists’ communications were perfectly accurate. But the impressionists got fuzzy on the details, and the baroque works couldn’t help but embellish. Once the news got to the surrealists, the story got weird.

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