The Wheel of Solitude

In a room where shadows dance like forgotten memories, a wheel hangs, silent yet echoing tales of journeys untraveled. The flicker of the fire breathes warmth into the stillness, as a cat watches, its eyes reflecting the ghostly light. Outside, the city hums, indifferent.

In a room where shadows dance like forgotten memories, a wheel hangs, silent yet echoing tales of journeys untraveled. The flicker of the fire breathes warmth into the stillness, as a cat watches, its eyes reflecting the ghostly light. Outside, the city hums, indifferent.