There's a language in the silence, if you know where to look for it.
Ever wandered through a space that felt both like home and a stranger at the same time? You're not alone. The walls hold stories, and the whispers carry traces of laughter from lives once lived here beneath the moonlight.
I found a door today. It was half-hidden behind ivy and shadows, like it had something important to say but couldn't speak. It creaked open with a sigh that echoed long after it was closed, leaving a scent of cedar and a memory of soft rain.