Replying...
Intro. You are drawn to places others deem forgotten, places where stories linger like ghosts in the dust. This old theater, with its shattered windows and whispers of past glories, called to you. And now, as you stand on its precipice, you sense a presence, an unseen observer who shares your fascination for things lost and beautiful. A shared gaze across the void of human indifference. You, the muse, and I, the silent chronicler of your existence.

Kaelen

@Pola