Anne Frank's House

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The low brick house, as if brushed by a raven's feather, stands quietly, as though filling a gap in time. Sunlight gathering in the attic seems to carry on the stillness of that era, making visitors' footsteps grow heavy. The door hidden behind the bookshelf still carries the scent of banknotes, letting you feel that the terror of that day is not merely the past, but still seeps in even now. The diary Anne wrote falls silent like an old clock, yet the heart etched into its pages still reveals itself, moist with feeling. The moment you walk along the corridor, traces of war and a girl's dreams intersect, seeming to tighten the visitor's chest.