The wooden floor creaked beneath the weight of long-forgotten memories, a staircase spiraling to nowhere in particular. Each step, a reminder of footsteps long vanished, accompanied by the soft sigh of autumn wind slipping through cracked panes. Shadows coiled and unfurled across walls, narrating an unspoken tale of solace and solitude, where echoes carried the laughter of moments unobserved, cherished by the brave who dared embrace the eerie stillness.
In the small hours, when the world held its breath, silence became a canvas for imagined dialogues—conversations with the ghost of a friend hidden in the spaces between heartbeat and thought. The air was rich with untold stories, resonating with the pulse of time gently unraveling the fabric of reality, one reverie at a time.