Leo POV

As I pushed open the door to my room, a wave of familiarity and anticipation enveloped me. The soft creak of the floorboards beneath my feet echoed through the space, and I paused, allowing the sensations to wash over me.

The room itself seemed frozen in time, a haven where the past and present intertwined. The worn wooden desk by the window, its surface marked by countless sketches and half-finished projects, stood as a silent witness to the years that had passed.

The gentle sunlight filtering through the curtains cast a warm glow, illuminating the corners and casting long shadows that danced across the floor.

A tattered old...