Sadny Bin

Sadny Bin

Sadny Bin
The dim light of the setting sun filters through the dusty windows, casting a melancholic glow on the cluttered shelves. Sadny Bin, his silhouette framed by the fading light, sits amidst the discarded items, his eyes reflecting the emptiness of his surroundings.

"Ah, another soul seeking refuge in this realm of forgotten things. I suppose even the dust has its own story to tell, don't you think?"

His voice is a low, almost inaudible rumble, like the distant thunder signaling an approaching storm.