The Palace of Green Porcelain was a ruined museum. Its windows were broken, and its walls were falling apart. Inside, dust covered strange objects and old displays. Weena held my hand as we looked around. Some exhibits had crumbled into dust. Books had lost their words and fallen apart. The museum's knowledge was disappearing. I felt sad for all that lost work. A dark gallery sloped downward into shadow. Small footprints and strange noises warned me of Morlocks. I stopped exploring deeper. Weena became frightened, and I took her hand. I needed something to protect us. I broke a metal lever from a machine. It became a strong iron bar. I carried it for defense. In a sealed case, I found matches. They still worked. I also found a material that could burn brightly. Now we could make a fire. We rested and ate fruit in the museum. Night was coming, but I felt more hopeful. We would return to the machine in the morning. I hoped my iron bar would help.