Footfalls,
raindrops.
Dark wood, weathered and smooth, the shadows of a thousand fingerprints buried within.
Deep, soft carpet-
depressions left from furniture older than the room, finally gone.
A leak in the ceiling. Water drips like a metronome, counting down the hours until demolition.

A library! A sitting room! A playroom, a nursury, a study-

A graveyard.