Light spills through the open doorway, cutting across the worn timber floor. The faded green door stands ajar, inviting in the breeze but no visitors.
The walls, scarred by water damage and time, bear the marks of a place long abandoned. A single bench remains, its presence a quiet reminder of those who once gathered here.
Beyond the doorway, rusted scaffolding clings to the exterior, framing a world that has moved on while this hall remains frozen in its own quiet decay.
Printed on museum-quality archival paper, preserving the fine details and atmosphere of this historic space.