A sigh couldn't help but escape my mouth when I looked at dust; a few seconds ago, it was a hall with many things in it, and its all dust and few scrawny pieces of metal.
What was I thinking? that I would enter the room and will find filled with treasure.
I shake my head off those thoughts and collect the pieces of metals that are in good quality. These pieces have survived the ravage of time and Cosmic Energy; they are precious.
Seeing there is nothing of value in the hall, I moved toward the next room, which looked like a bedroom. It has beds and other things that a bedroom should have, and as the hall, when I touched the items inside it, I saw them crumpled.
Not a single thing survived the touch; after picking whatever metal pieces caught my interest, I moved to the other room and done the same things.
