The moon hangs heavy and golden in the velvet sky, casting its gentle glow across open books and sleeping cats. A quiet breeze slips through the window, stirring the curtains and the scent of lilacs. The candles flicker but never waver—like the hush of a secret kept for years. The gramophone waits in silence, a soft crackle its only song for now. Somewhere between the pages and the stars, time has folded in on itself—slow, sweet, and steady. A small sigh escapes the house itself, as if remembering something tender. 🌕 LET THE NIGHT WRAP AROUND YOU. 📚 SINK INTO THE STILLNESS. THE MUSIC WILL MEET YOU THERE.