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You deserve more subscribers, Yves. Good analysis.
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12:10 that's me! 😅
Curious of your thoughts so in testing out chatgpt I realized that I really enjoy detailed descriptions of environments and even the most mundane things here is an example based on my prompts Im curious if there are authors like this? or perhaps i just need to write my own. ---- You stand in front of the door, its white paint now a patchwork of history. It’s been painted over several times, you can tell-layers of white cracked and curling at the edges, like the skin of an old tree. Light from a nearby window catches the tiny ridges and chips in the paint, casting faint shadows that emphasize its age. You feel the coolness of the room settle on your skin, the air heavy and slightly musty, as though it holds the secrets of the house within it.
The handle, an old, circular metal knob, is tarnished with a dark, almost coppery hue where countless hands have turned it. As you reach out, your fingertips brush the surface first-smooth in some places, pitted in others. It’s unexpectedly cold to the touch, a chill that travels through your fingers and lingers. The metal feels rough in spots, its once polished surface worn down to a matte finish by years of use.
You wrap your hand around the knob, and it gives a faint, hesitant rattle under the pressure. It’s loose in its setting, wobbling slightly with an uneven, creaking protest as you grip it more firmly. The house seems to hold its breath around you, the faintest whisper of wood settling in the walls. You turn the knob, feeling the grit of old metal scraping against metal deep inside the door’s mechanisms. It’s a slow, almost reluctant twist, the handle catching ever so slightly before giving way with a soft click - the door’s subtle shudder in its frame as you begin to pull. A groan escapes from the hinges, low and gravelly, filling the quiet air like a sigh from another time.