it’s quiet here… just you and the soft night.
You walk slowly down a narrow hallway.
The floor is smooth beneath your feet…
each step soft, careful, mindful.
A gentle breeze moves through a nearby window…
brushing your hair… your arms…
and you feel a small shiver run down your spine…
soft… calming… alive.
You notice the faint smell of warm wood…
and maybe something sweet… like a candle…
or a small cup of tea left on the table…
just waiting for you.
You reach a small, cozy corner of the room.