Two chairs share a silent conversation in the embrace of warm shadows and a quaint courtyard. Beneath the tender whispers of rustling leaves, two chairs sit in repose, their shadows entwined like lovers’ hands. The courtyard, a canvas of cobblestones and aged walls, watches over this still life—a pause in the symphony of daily bustle. Here, in the quietude, stories untold find sanctuary in the afternoon’s amber hues.
