In the fading town of Theresiopolis, there stood a house known as the Tumbao, which bore the marks of time, much like the town itself. As the sun set each day, the Tumbao house would come alive with the sounds of music, filling the air with melodies that captured the essence of Theresiopolis. The music, a symphony of imperfection, celebrated the transient nature of all things.The Tumbao house, with its timeworn walls, served as a sanctuary for those who embraced the aesthetic of decay. It stood as a beacon of hope, reminding all that even in decay, beauty could still be found.

Artwork by Abstractjity

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