The rusty hinge screeched in protest as the attic door swung open.

Sunlight, filtered
through decades of dust motes, danced on forgotten treasures. A chipped porcelain
doll, its vacant eyes staring eternally, sat frozen mid-tea party. In a forgotten corner,
a dusty telescope pointed at a sky unseen for years. The air, thick with the scent of
mothballs and memories, whispered tales of a childhood long gone.