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In Misbegotten Places, the familiar becomes strange, and the strange becomes quietly familiar. Here, rooms lean under the weight of memory, corridors stretch with hesitation, and light itself seems to hesitate at thresholds. These are not places that can be found on any map; they exist somewhere between architecture and imagination, between sculpture and shadow, between what was and what never quite happened. Each hall, chamber, and courtyard speaks in a language of absence and possibility. They invite the viewer not simply to look, but to enter — to wander through spaces where time loses its grip, where objects remember more than the people who left them behind, and where silence itself seems to hold a story waiting to be heard.

 

This is a journey through interiors built not from stone but from perception, illusion, and longing — a pilgrimage into the architectures of memory and dream.