In a dimly lit room, echoes of a haunting melody lingering through the air like a ghostly whisper. “Hang on Snoopy,” swaying to the rhythm. A shadow stretching on the wall, as if a fabric of their being. With a silence that stirs the air, wearing blue denim. “Hang on Snoopy.”
This gives me a child in a room holding onto a snoopy doll for comfort while being scared out of their mind. Nice
Thank you, Fia.