There’s a moment when you step into the main hall of the Musée d'Orsay where you stop walking. Maybe it’s the golden light filtering through the arched glass ceiling. Maybe it’s the towering clock at the far end, still keeping time over what was once a bustling train station. Or maybe — most likely — it’s the realization that you’ve just entered one of the most beautiful museums in the world.

Imagine standing by a quiet riverbank in rural Japan, the air heavy with the scent of summer grass. The last traces of daylight have slipped away, and for a moment, darkness surrounds you. Then—like magic—tiny green lights begin to flicker in the air. One, two, dozens... dancing in silence.