Along the corridors where whispers bond with dust, shadows parade their clandestine revelries. Amid the cobwebs lying thick, echoes of laughter fracture the silence, as if a matinee of ghosts lingers far behind the veil of human touch.
The grand chandelier, a burst of long-forgotten brilliance, glimmers intermittently—fighting the encroaching night with its fading flame. If one seeks solace within these vintage walls, the spirit once tethered in delight now weeps for forgotten dreams.