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Story Time
In the ruins after **World War I**, much of life felt **superfluous**—decorations, parades, even patriotic speeches rang hollow beside the silence of the fallen. Artists turned to **surrealism**, painting dreamscapes that revealed the subconscious scars of war. Veterans warned of politicians **swindling** the public with promises of prosperity, while poverty made even the smallest pleasures **tempting**.
Painters experimented with **tenebrism**, using stark contrasts of light and dark to capture both hope and despair on canvas. Cities, once thriving, seemed **transient**, rising and falling with each wave of conflict. Propaganda had been **ubiquitous**, plastered on every wall, while the scale of loss felt **unfathomable**, a wound too deep for numbers to convey.
At train stations, families reunited with **wailing** embraces, joy mingled with grief for those who would never return. Survivors gazed into the distance with **wistful** eyes, remembering a world before trenches and gas masks, before ideals were shattered. For them, the war was not only history but memory—etched in silence, in art, and in longing for what might have been.
Painters experimented with **tenebrism**, using stark contrasts of light and dark to capture both hope and despair on canvas. Cities, once thriving, seemed **transient**, rising and falling with each wave of conflict. Propaganda had been **ubiquitous**, plastered on every wall, while the scale of loss felt **unfathomable**, a wound too deep for numbers to convey.
At train stations, families reunited with **wailing** embraces, joy mingled with grief for those who would never return. Survivors gazed into the distance with **wistful** eyes, remembering a world before trenches and gas masks, before ideals were shattered. For them, the war was not only history but memory—etched in silence, in art, and in longing for what might have been.