Sunlight filtered through dusty panes, brushing against wooden surfaces smoothed by time. A single key, left unattended on the table, whispered secrets of places untouched, of doors unopened, echoing the once-vibrant laughter that curdled into silence. As the breeze danced through the room, it carried the scent of forgotten stories, lingering like shadows at dusk.
A mist rolls in from nowhere as memories bend and sway; velveteen memories sit heavy in the air. The errant keys sang, though their melodies were sad whispers, hinting at adventures untraveled. Once, they had unlocked the laughter of friends, the warmth of familiar voices, and the simple joy in finding solace beneath the spreading old oak tree.
Discover another realm: Hushed Lament or travel further into Timely Echo.