Big Back Attack

In the dim light of a forgotten pantry, shadows linger like whispers. Rows of gleaming fridges sit, cold and indifferent, while shelves overflow with boxes—each one a fragment of a story untold. Somewhere, a cat naps, indifferent to the solitude, dreaming of unseen worlds.

In the dim light of a forgotten pantry, shadows linger like whispers. Rows of gleaming fridges sit, cold and indifferent, while shelves overflow with boxes—each one a fragment of a story untold. Somewhere, a cat naps, indifferent to the solitude, dreaming of unseen worlds.