The old wallpaper

Layer by layer, like the pages of a forgotten book, the old wallpaper peels away. In its folds-echoes of voices that once filled this space. Traces of hands that rested against the walls in moments of doubt, shadows of laughter frozen in the faded patterns. But now, the air hums with the whisper of change.

A new space, like a blank page, awaits its first strokes—new conversations, new glances, new stories. Where the walls once held memories, a silence of anticipation now lingers. And soon, footsteps will echo here. And someone's voice will say: