![And Again I Feel the Coldness of the Marble Stairs](/_next/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fimage.tmdb.org%2Ft%2Fp%2Fw500%2FbX74TOAi9XakzJVlJg3g4bHbcRz.jpg&w=828&q=75)
И Отново Чувствам Студените Мраморни Стълби
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A portrait of a seemingly ordinary house - one that holds cherished memories while also bearing the burden of abandonment and neglect. Revisiting my grandparents’ house, I find myself exploring the intersection of home, nostalgia, and the passage of time while trying to grasp the essence of a place where time seems to stand still.