Whispering Elegance🛋

🖋📝In the quiet study, the velvet chair sat by the window, its deep crimson hue glowing faintly in the dim light. It was said that the chair had belonged to a reclusive poet who vanished mysteriously decades ago. The room seemed alive—books whispered secrets from their shelves, and the painting on the wall appeared to watch every move. One stormy night, a visitor arrived, seeking refuge from the rain. As they sank into the velvet chair, they felt a strange chill crawl up their spine. The window fogged over, revealing faint words etched in the condensation: "Do not sit." Before they could rise, the chair tightened its grip. The room fell silent, save for the faint sound of a quill scratching on parchment. Somewhere unseen, a poem was being written—one line at a time.🛋🖋🧾🕯💡