A father stands surrounded by children, their faces blurred yet alive with movement. The figures lean into each other, a tangle of limbs and shared warmth. Shadows pool around them, but the group glows—a fleeting, intimate knot of family before the moment unravels.
A thatched roof sags under the weight of time, its wooden beams bowing like tired shoulders. Smoke curls from a crooked chimney, dissolving into the gray sky. The cottage stands stubborn against the wind, its walls holding stories in every crack.