Lost in time's embrace, where memories reside,
Stands an old house, where secrets often hide.
Its walls, weathered by the hands of years,
Hold tales of nostalgia, joy, and tears.

Within its rooms, echoes of a bygone age,
Whispers of laughter, trapped within each page.
Ghosts of the past dance in the corridors,
Leaving imprints of lives, intertwined stories.

Through faded photographs and worn-out floors,
The essence of lives, imprinted in its core.
Whispers of celebrations and gatherings past,
The old house's...