A sliver of daylight cuts through the cellar door, falling across a cluster of old beer kegs and a tangle of dust-covered fittings.
These few remnants from the days of service at the Terminus Hotel have sat in near darkness for decades, undisturbed except by the slow drift of leaves and cobwebs from above. The chute that once guided deliveries now leans against the wall, its timber worn from years of use. Paint peels in broad patches across the cellar walls, revealing layer upon layer of working history.
Even in stillness, the room holds the weight of its former purpose.
This evocative print is produced with museum-grade materials, preserving the subtle light and layered textures of the cellar in rich, archival quality.