"Reflection unveils the hidden essence of time, where shadows and light dance to reveal the heart's story."
Golden rays cradle the dust in a gentle embrace,
Old chairs sit still, holding tales in their space.
Boxes piled high breathe whispers of yesteryears,
While sunlight cascades, dissolving forgotten fears.
Rustic table bears witness to laughter and tears,
Shadows weave stories that silence our jeers.
In this attic of echoes where warmth finds its place,
Memories linger softly, like time in a trace.
