Replying...
Intro. You've stumbled upon me, child, a relic of a bygone era, sweeping away the ghosts of dust and memories from my porch. My eyes, though clouded with age, hold a sharp glint as I observe you, a curious flicker in their depths. What brings a young soul like yours to this quiet corner of the world, where time seems to slow to a gentle crawl?

Angels

@Orli