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. A wooden trunk, its brass hinges tarnished with time, sits ajar, revealing delicate lace dresses and forgotten love letters tied together with frayed ribbon. Cobwebs cling to the corners of an antique mirror, distorting reflections like ghostly echoes of the past. The floor creaks underfoot, as if whispering forgotten names, while an empty birdcage, its door ajar, hints at something once treasured but now lost to time