29 February 2024 @mariannewest's freewrite writing prompt Day : 2297 the amber light

Such a soothing effect of the golden glow made me forget what was real and made mi reminiscence like dying ember flames. Shadows leaped on the wall, narrating sad sagas of love and loss. The air around was as old as the sun itself, the room wrapped in wholly golden tone to its surface, which holds your secret. murmurs of imperceptible laughter stilled, gave framing to a silent portrait of remembrance. Amber Light, the genuine but muted storyteller, sewed the strands of the past into the layer of the present, hitting everyone with a gentle spell that only amongst those, who actually, would comprehend.