Burnt book pages curled on charred wood - Capturing the haunting beauty of stories lost to flame. A Poetic contrast of texture, Memory, & decay.
A single skylight cracks open above the decaying room, a last whisper of the sky pouring into a space long surrendered to time. The cracked walls and broken window tell of laughter that faded, of footsteps that no longer echo. Yet, that stubborn sliver of light remains — a quiet promise that even the most forgotten corners can still hold a piece of the world above.
Once, this chair cradled stories — whispered secrets, exhausted sighs, and quiet moments of rest. Now it sits in a forgotten corner, its paint chipped and its purpose faded, patiently waiting for a visitor who will never come. The peeling walls and dusty floor echo the passage of time, turning this humble seat into a silent monument to lives long past.
The single chair waits in silence, its fabric sun-bleached and threadbare, guarding secrets only the peeling paint and dusty floorboards remember. Light spills through broken blinds like forgotten whispers, illuminating the ghost of laughter, arguments, and tears that once filled this space. An empty room—yet so full of stories waiting to be heard by anyone brave enough to sit and listen.