A Quiet Refuge

In a sunlit room, shadows dance like whispers. A cat lounges on the couch, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and unspoken thoughts. A half-finished novel lies abandoned, pages turning slowly, as if waiting for the right moment to reveal its secrets.

In a sunlit room, shadows dance like whispers. A cat lounges on the couch, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and unspoken thoughts. A half-finished novel lies abandoned, pages turning slowly, as if waiting for the right moment to reveal its secrets.