Captured with a Canon EOS R5, the scene features soft ambient light diffused through dusty attic windows. An old rocking chair sits among scattered relics—faded postcards, crumpled letters, and stacks of forgotten books. A torn velvet curtain sways with the breeze, filtering light into the space. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and musty paper. A phonograph stands in the corner, its needle poised above an untouched record, waiting to play a tune from another time. A chipped porcelain teacup sits abandoned on a nearby table, beside a dried-out fountain pen. An open trunk spills its contents—delicate lace dresses, yellowed photographs, and a pocket watch frozen at an uncertain moment in time. Dust motes swirl in the slanted rays of light, carrying echoes of the past. The floorboards creak under the weight of time, each groan a reminder of stories long forgotten. A stack of old telegrams, brittle with age, rests near an antique typewriter, the last letter still waiting to be completed. A wooden chest, its brass hinges tarnished, is partially open, revealing bundles of handwritten notes tied together with fraying ribbon. An ornate mirror, its edges dulled with age, leans against the far wall, reflecting the attic’s quiet decay. An empty birdcage sits atop a rickety stand, its door slightly ajar, as if the occupant had long since taken flight.