
In a room where shadows linger, a half-finished novel lies beneath , forgotten , the scent of whiskey mingling in the distant air. Windows frame a city that pulses with life, yet within, there's a profound solitude, like the echo of an imperfect melody.Cat. imperfect
In a room where shadows linger, a half-finished novel lies beneath , forgotten , the scent of whiskey mingling in the distant air. Windows frame a city that pulses with life, yet within, there's a profound solitude, like the echo of an imperfect melody.Cat. imperfect