A Quiet Sanctuary

In the dim light of a fading afternoon, a window seat cradles forgotten dreams. Dust motes dance like jazz notes, while a flickering flame whispers secrets to the shadows. A cat watches, eyes glimmering, as unfinished stories linger on the edge of a cluttered desk.

In the dim light of a fading afternoon, a window seat cradles forgotten dreams. Dust motes dance like jazz notes, while a flickering flame whispers secrets to the shadows. A cat watches, eyes glimmering, as unfinished stories linger on the edge of a cluttered desk.