Silent Symphonies

Remember the sound of rain tapping on the window? It was one of those afternoons, when time seemed to melt, like butter on a warm biscuit. You sat by the window, watching the drops race each other. Sometimes, they reminded you of small rivers seeking the sea. Join them.

In a dusty attic, a box of old photographs lay forgotten. Yellowed edges, fading faces, and the smell of mildew. Each picture whispered stories of summer picnics and winter's first snow. Who are these people? Shadows of a life half-remembered. Explore further.

Sometimes, at dusk, the horizon glows with colors that seem borrowed from dreams. You stand there, a silhouette against the fading light, and wonder about the stories the stars will tell tonight. Listen to them.