With the fallen petals to the ground, the rain hammering on the roof, the earth… The soft light of the candles is what keeps this room alive in this vast darkness. The world beyond is covered up in clouds and dark of night, with all that were buzzing now in deep silence.
The etchings on the walls read many many stories that are written day by day, of lives we had or we may. With close to nothing, yet over stacked, the whole thing seems like great madness, or rather, place that brews the madness.
A silent voice comes to reach out, as the time progresses.

The voice of the spirit of house kept lingering more, before it died out. Patter of rain had lessened some more and there was the silence that kept heart at shore…
No longer the distance that there is to cross, just light and the next day that came to once more.