Amidst the rooftop's expanse, two adjacent houses stand like old companions, their walls reaching toward the heavens. One leans slightly, as if it's whispering secrets to the other, while the second stands tall and proud. The sky above is a canvas of scattered clouds, gently brushed by the breeze, and the scent of blooming flowers fills the air. It's as though a contented royal couple, untouched by the chaos outside, has found solace in each other's company. They share their thoughts in hushed tones, heads inclined towards one another. Meanwhile, a pair of pigeons, a symbol of love, flit from one to the other, resting on their shoulders as if in playful affection. Despite the world's clamor, troubles, and sorrows, these two houses remain unmoved, like eternal witnesses to an enduring love. And I, a humble observer, find myself immersed in the gentle embrace of their timeless romance, a witness to the enduring power of love.