Projekt Reborn: Unforgotten Tears

Previously

…Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight that pierced the gloom, illuminating forgotten relics of a life lived before the silence descended. His fingers brushed against a cardboard box, its edges softened by the passage of years, its surface coated in a fine layer of neglect. He pulled it down, the effort sending a cascade of dust into the air. Inside, nestled amongst faded photographs and childhood trinkets, were old cassette tapes. They weren't labeled with any particular care, no grand pronouncements of their contents. Just ordinary tapes, tucked