They say that on a night no one clearly remembers, a narrow corridor appeared — spun from lamplight, heavy curtains, and the quiet pride of a house that seldom chose to reveal itself. When she stepped inside, the room shifted
“The snow glittered like a million little diamonds.”— The Snow Queen (Hans-Christian-Andersen) Snow had been there for hours already. Enough to change how the light behaved. Enough to make everything slightly unreliable. Reflections slipped, edges blurred, brightness multiplied where it
December definitely has a hidden switch somewhere. You go from calm, neutral autumn vibes to a peppermint dream so quickly, it feels like the world glitched overnight and woke up screaming “CHRISTMAS!!!” in capital letters. The hallway she walks through
The elevator had stopped long ago — somewhere between floors and reason.Silence lingered in the corridors, tasting faintly of ivy and smoke.The air was thick with memory, the kind that sticks to your skin like perfume after midnight. SYNNERGY.TAVIS//Dark Hotel
Some evenings feel like a pause between two worlds — not quite day, not quite night. The air tastes of cinnamon and dry leaves, and even the wind seems to whisper in shades of amber. I had just stepped outside
The water waits, still and quiet, with only a few petals drifting like thoughts that refuse to settle. The room is dim, softened by the glow of a single light, shadows folding into one another until they feel almost like
The afternoon light spreads across the room, drawing soft golden lines on walls and fabrics. She leans into the silence, her hand running over the curve of the chair, her gaze lost in thought. The calm colour of her skirt
The path was warm beneath my steps, scattered with leaves that hinted at the change to come. Around me, sunflowers stood like gentle sentinels, their faces turned toward a sky that was already softening into autumn. The air carried that