Chalet Parfumerie

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Stepping through the open white shutter, the chalet’s interior is a jumble of splintered wood and rubble, with a leaning shelf and a small dresser half-buried beneath the floor’s decaying layers. A blue plastic tub still sits on a round table, while a large window frames the encroaching greenery outside. The building itself is a dark wooden shell, completely enshrouded by vines and thick foliage, with a rusted table sinking into the overgrown dirt at its base. It’s a quiet, isolated spot where the forest is methodically pulling the structure back into itself, and the pitch-black interior swallows any hint of the past.

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