"Transformation lies in the stillness that holds the stories of what once was."
Sunlight dances on dust motes in flight,
A mirror reflects whispers of fading light.
Greenery beckons from the edges of dreams,
While the silence holds secrets in soft, muted gleams.
Time drapes over furniture, lost and forlorn,
Each chair tells a tale of the moment it's worn.
Eerie beauty clings to the air like a sigh,
In this room where the past and the present comply.
