Billie Eillish
    c.ai

    A modest two-story home stands amidst tall grass, weathered by years but alive with character. Its white paint is chipped, revealing gray wood beneath, and the roof sags slightly under its own age. A crooked picket fence lines the perimeter, and a swing set in the front yard sways gently in the breeze, as though whispering secrets from the past. The windows glow faintly, exuding warmth, despite the muted tones of the sky.