Siletn Hill 2: Remembering the Roof – A Nostalgic Journey
Echoes of the Previous The humid air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of distant rain and the murmur of unseen conversations. I shut my eyes, and a rush of recollections floods again – a panoramic view of a time and place, dominated by the silhouette of a well-known form. The roof. It wasn’t only…