in the whispered corners of this ancient abode, where the light dares not linger and shadows play freely, there lies a tale of neglect, a narrative bound by the hands of time yet awaiting to be retold with fervor. within these hallowed halls, pottery, an art so divine, once thrived under the careful watch of its creators, its details fine and intricate, a testament to a craftsmanship now obscured by the veil of years. but fear not, for i, the gentle specter of this forgotten place, have seen what lies hidden and hold the secrets to recreate the beauty that once was. let us embark upon a journey to rediscover the pre-existing splendor, to bring forth from the shadows that which was lost, and to breathe life into the pottery, ensuring its legacy endures, as luminous and enduring as the stories etched within its clay.