MOONLIT DESIRES

tament to the memories and stories it held within its walls. Nestled amidst towering trees, the

he floors groaned beneath her footsteps, as if whispering secrets of days long past. The wooden beams crea

Their hinges complained, their metallic voices resonating through the empty rooms. She couldn't help b

stening to the symphony of creaks and moans that filled the house. The sounds danced in harmon

r fingers along the walls, feeling the texture of time etched upon them. Layers of paint and wall

teries that lay dormant within its rooms. Elena couldn't help but wonder wh

ound solace within the embrace of her childhood home. There was a sense of familiarity, o