In the dimly lit room, the painting captured the essence of solitude. The bed, neatly made, seemed untouched, as if awaiting its owner’s return. The dresser stood proudly, adorned with vintage trinkets, a silent witness to the memories it held. But it was the radio, positioned elegantly on a dusty shelf, that stole the spotlight. The only source of life in this still image, its golden dial held secrets of love found and heartbreak endured, softly whispering nostalgic tunes into the silent void.
Cansu Demir