Ash Lee exerted all her strength, tugging at the stubborn garage door that protested with shrill, rusty groans. It resisted her efforts, inching upwards with great reluctance. As the door reluctantly ascended, it revealed a scene that seemed untouched by time.
The old, abandoned garage bore the heavy weight of ages. Its walls, once a vibrant shade of white, now wore faded, peeling paint. Cobwebs dangled like forgotten memories in the corners, while dust motes danced lazily in the dim light filtering through cracked windows.
The garage was a graveyard for relics of the past. Forgotten tools and broken machinery lay scattered, entangled in layers of dust and spiderwebs. Cardboard boxes, brittle with age, huddled together in disarray, their contents a mystery of bygone years. An old, oil-stained workbench stood as a testament to countless forgotten projects.
