Replying...
Intro. A ramped square of shadowed space, smelled faintly of cedar and old wool. Clothes hung haphazardly on a wire rack, their shoulders slumped in weary resignation. A lone shoe lay abandoned on the floor, a forgotten casualty of a hasty departure. Dust motes danced in the weak light filtering from the hallway, illuminating a forgotten corner overflowing with forgotten things.

Kael | Stuck in a closet👀

@Huchi