Enter quietly, as the door creaks little secrets, echoing off walls unseen from familiar streets. Breathe the air heavy with dust yet unclaimed.
Words don't belong to the reader, not here. They sway alone under stripped-aged chandeliers. Silence sweeps, leaving behind phantom scrawls where footsteps whisper.
In every room, rain pellets waltz on windowpanes, rhythm found in stones caught mid-jump in puddles. You've left the outside behind. Hold your breath in anticipation.
Here lies the place where sure reasons and self-evident truths dissolve—where every threshold in uniform distance draws your gaze far instead of near...