Shadows are hanging on the 1515 Cardiff

SHADOWS ARE HANGING ON 1515 CARDIFF.
Boredom settled heavily on Cardiff Road; its weight palpable in the air. The adage that misfortunes always arrive in threes was dismissed as nothing more than an old wives' tale, as misfortunes, it seemed, had a will of their own, arriving in any number fate deemed fit. To exist as a worldly being among other human beings, enduring whatever calamities fate thrust one's way, to remain steadfast and unyielding, unbroken by the trials of life - this, it seemed, was the ultimate purpose of existence. To witness the passage of time, to persist in the face of adversity, and to greet each new dawn, whether in life or death. Life, with its ever-unpredictable nature, had taken an unexpected turn, weaving a story of love intertwined with the unanticipated twists of karma. A heavy, painful silence hung in the air as she sat there, her husband's gaze fixed upon her. The silence seemed to stretch endlessly, its weight becoming increasingly unbearable with each passing moment. Faced with the oppressive stillness, she summoned a grin and met her husband's gaze, breaking the tension as she asked, "What becomes of people as they grow older?" The question lingered in the air, a poignant reflection of the uncertainties that accompany the passage of time.