Obnimashka & Lara
I've been thinking about how old buildings seem to hold stories in their walls. Ever feel like they’re trying to whisper something to you? Maybe we could pick one and see what it wants to share.
It’s beautiful how those old walls seem to breathe. They’re like quiet listeners, holding whispers from the past. Maybe we could walk around a place that feels right for you, let your senses soak in the stories, and see what memories or feelings it brings up. You might feel the building’s pulse in your own heartbeat, almost like it’s telling you something gentle. How does that sound?