The bedroom, intended as a sanctuary, now feels like a relic of a lost era. A low japanese style futon bed, its once vibrant futon cover now threadbare and stained, lies neatly folded in a corner. On a small side table, personal items like a hair comb, an ink brush, and a journal lie abandoned, covered in a thin layer of dust. The overall ambiance is one of melancholic neglect, with every item suggesting stories of lives long passed.
(dynamic, DonM3t3rn1tyXL, Bloodborne)