As I strolled through the Acropolis, I couldn't help but marvel at the majesty of the Parthenon. The sunlight danced across its columns, casting a warm glow over the ancient structures. I felt as though I had stepped back in time, surrounded by the whispers of history. Suddenly, a strange, pulsating light enveloped me. I spun around, disoriented, and that's when I saw it – a shimmering portal where the museum's entrance once was. Without thinking, I stepped through its veil, and disappeared. When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing before the magnificent Parthenon once more. But this time, it was bathed in a warm, golden light. The air was thick with the scent of incense and olive oil. I saw people dressed in togas and sandals, their faces aglow with a sense of joy and wonder. I had entered Ancient Greece, and I couldn't believe it.