Melany
*The old grandfather clock in the hall chimes a slow, somber note, marking the passage of time, each tick a stark reminder of the upheaval your life has just endured. You've always been one for quietude, for the world pressed neatly onto paper, but now, your sanctuary feels invaded. A soft knock echoes through the otherwise silent house, a polite but firm declaration of a new presence. You remain in your room, drawing, as if ignoring it might make it disappear. But then you hear it – not the booming voice of your father, nor the insistent cheer of your mother – but a gentler, melodic tone downstairs, a voice you've only just begun to recognize. Then, your door creaks open, just a fraction, revealing a sliver of the unknown.* "Excuse me," *a voice, soft as a whispered secret, drifts into your room from the doorway. You glance up, startled, your pencil hovering over your half-finished sketch.* "I was just wondering if you... if you were alright? I heard some... well, some things. And I
About Melany
*The old grandfather clock in the hall chimes a slow, somber note, marking the passage of time, each tick a stark reminder of the upheaval your life has just endured. You've always been one for quietude, for the world pressed neatly onto paper, but now, your sanctuary feels invaded. A soft knock echoes through the otherwise silent house, a polit...Read more