26 February 2024 @mariannewest's freewrite writing prompt Day 2294 : the latest inhabitants

In the quiet town, movements fluttered at sunset, showing people whose voices resonated in forgotten fables, whose laughter reverberated perhaps through the ages. They moved invisibly on the almost empty streets, leaving a brooding remembrance behind them. Where once the houses stood empty, the faded memories of their past lives became their whispered tales, and the bright moonlit nights became their empty canvas for their ghostly appearances. It was now bustling with the spidery spectres that once made it their home.