The wind whispered secrets through the abandoned building, the very structure groaning under the weight of memories. Ava stood at the entrance, the decaying wood beneath her feet creaking like the echoes of a forgotten life. This place, once vibrant with the laughter of her childhood, now lay in ruins—a ghost of what it once was, much like her own heart.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of mildew and dust. Each step she took felt like a descent into the past, where shadows of memories long buried clawed their way to the surface. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant drip of water and the shuffling of rodents in the walls.
