Maya stared wide-eyed at the painting, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. Her fingers trembled, and she clutched Victoria's arm, seeking reassurance in the face of the inexplicable.
"Victoria, did you see that? What was... How did..." Maya stammered, her voice shaky, her gaze still fixed on the now seemingly ordinary painting.
Victoria glanced at Maya, her eyes filled with a mix of empathy and unwavering determination. She knew that what they had witnessed was beyond the realms of rational explanation, yet she maintained her calm demeanor.
"I saw it, Maya," Victoria replied softly, her tone comforting yet resolute. "But ghosts or the supernatural don't exist. There must be a logical explanation behind this."
"But... but what was that? It can't be a trick of light or our imagination," Maya insisted, her voice quivering with lingering fear.
