𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨, 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 | 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 | 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 |𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬

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Where Memories Linger
On a quiet autumn evening, a soft drizzle began to fall over the old town, the rain blending with the mist that swirled over the canal. The dim light from the street lamps reflected on the wet cobblestone path, casting a golden glow in the damp air. Scarlet and amber leaves, wet from the rain, clung to the ground and floated lazily on the surface of the still water. The mansion stood tall, its once vibrant facade faded with time, but still holding the grandeur of forgotten days.
Amelia stood by the wrought-iron railing, her fingers brushing the cold metal as she watched the droplets ripple the surface of the canal. She had walked this path a thousand times, but tonight it felt different, as if the past was closer, like a soft whisper behind her. The memories of her childhood here flooded back-running along this same path with her brother, their laughter echoing against the grand walls of the mansion they once called home.
They had moved away years ago, the house left abandoned after her parents passed. Yet something always pulled her back, like a thread she couldn't sever. The house had been sold, and now it stood empty, a ghost of the life it once held. As Amelia gazed at the windows, her heart ached with nostalgia. She could still picture her mother standing in that bay window, watching over them as they played, her soft smile etched in the warm glow of the house.
But it was the rain that held the memories closest, like the night her family had sat by the fire, the storm raging outside, safe and warm within those walls. She could almost feel the crackling of the fireplace, smell the faint scent of her father’s tobacco, and hear the soft melody her mother hummed as she knitted by the hearth. They hadn’t known then how fleeting those moments were.
Now, standing there, Amelia felt the weight of the years pressing down on her. It wasn’t just the house that had changed, but the world itself. She had moved on, lived other lives, but a part of her had stayed here, in this fog-drenched street, by the canal where her footsteps still echoed in her mind.
The rain began to fall harder, but she didn’t move. She let the droplets soak into her coat, her hair, feeling like the rain was washing away the last of the past that clung to her. Perhaps this was her final farewell, the last time she would walk this path and look at the home that had been her world.
A single light flickered on in the gazebo across the canal, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw a figure standing there, a shadow from her memories. But as she blinked, the figure dissolved into the mist, just a trick of the rain and her imagination.
With a deep breath, Amelia turned away from the mansion, her heart heavy but also lighter, as though she had left a piece of herself behind, something that belonged to the past and could never come with her. The rain fell steadily as she walked back down the cobblestone path, and the mist swallowed her figure, blending her into the timelessness of the old town, where memories and reality danced together in the rain.

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how nice, Nietzsche would love to live there

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