Stephanus Kellerman

"Echoes of Earth"

In the dimly lit attic of her childhood home, Maya gingerly dusted off an old, leather-bound journal she had stumbled upon. The air was thick with nostalgia and the faint scent of aged paper. As the sun's golden rays filtered through the attic window, illuminating specks of dust in their gentle dance, Maya opened the journal and began to read the faded words of her grandmother, Evelyn.