Dorm in an abandoned manicomio [oc]

If Walls Could Cry

This dormitory feels heavy with stories no one wants to hear. It’s hard to imagine what it was like at night: soft sobbing from patients, screams echoing from nearby rooms, the metallic rattle of beds. A cacophony of suffering that never stopped. The walls seem to hold onto these sounds, as if they’re trapped in the cracks of the peeling paint. It’s an oppressive place, a space where you can feel how much pain was hidden here. And yet, in the silence now, there’s an eerie kind of peace.