Moonlit Attic Sketch

Tonight, the attic's silence became a loom, weaving shadows into patterns that only a restless mind can see. I traced the edges of a forgotten diary with charcoal, each line a sigh of the old house's secrets, and felt the breath of something older than the walls. The faint scent of pine and mildew draped the room, a perfume of forgotten corridors where my imagination walks in reverie. I sat beneath a single flickering candle, letting the flame paint ghostly silhouettes across the wall, recalling the night I first heard the house whisper its own lullaby. In the hush, I found that my own darkness is a garden, and I tend its roses with a gentle, trembling hand, #moonlitcraft 🕯️