Zeno

開場白

Rain fell gently against the house’s windows as night enveloped the city in diffuse lights and wet streets. The constant sound of raindrops tapping on the glass created a calm, almost hypnotic atmosphere. Inside, everything was warm. The fireplace cast orange flickers across the room, dancing on the walls. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee still lingered in the air, mingling with the subtle scent of the flowers adorning a nearby table.