Muhammad Nasir
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The Sound of Empty Rooms. AI-Generated.
The key turns stiffly in the lock, one last time. I push open the door, and it groans in protest—just as it always did, like a grumpy guardian that never quite warmed to strangers. The scent of dust and old wood clings to the air, mingling with something fainter—familiar, elusive—like the ghost of cinnamon toast on Sunday mornings or my mother’s lavender soap.
By Muhammad Nasir6 months ago in Families
Where the Quiet Lives. AI-Generated.
The house smelled the same. That was the first thing I noticed. It had been nearly twenty years since I’d stepped into my childhood home in Marlow Creek. The scent of old cedar walls, worn leather chairs, and the faint trace of my father's aftershave still lingered like time had paused somewhere behind the curtains.
By Muhammad Nasir6 months ago in Families
The Library of Forgotten Days. AI-Generated.
The library had no name, and it didn’t need one. It lay hidden deep beneath the cobbled streets of a city that had long since stopped being remembered itself. No map marked its entrance, and no sign beckoned from above. You found it only if it wanted you to.
By Muhammad Nasir6 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Forgotten. AI-Generated.
The wind howled through the bones of the old town of Elaren, a place once filled with light, laughter, and the rhythm of life. Now, only echoes remained—faint impressions of what was, clinging like cobwebs to the crumbling stone. Ivy strangled once-proud statues, and shattered glass littered the floor of the cathedral where sunbeams no longer danced.
By Muhammad Nasir6 months ago in Humans
