We were once part of the Earth

The doorknob twisted and a light twinkling of metal came from outside. With murderous intent, Harry flung open the door, clinging onto the arch in need for support. Like a cunning serpent, he entered the garden of artworks. Grabbing his phone torch; he lit his way through the gallery.

The air was dry, and his sinuses gnawed at him. He sneezed so hard he stumbled into something near the wall. It was wet paint. The gallery was still in the making, the interior design was incomplete, but there were a few noticeable artworks that he could make out. Harry needed to scan the wall and find a light source. Stumbling through the dark Harry trampled on a name tag. He was standing in front of a marine-inspired exhibit.