The house holds its breath, every shadow deeper than memory. I tread lightly, the floorboards giving voice to silence. Each creak, a reminder that something lingers—unseen.
midnight chill—
the curtain sways
without wind
The house holds its breath, every shadow deeper than memory. I tread lightly, the floorboards giving voice to silence. Each creak, a reminder that something lingers—unseen.
midnight chill—
the curtain sways
without wind