Chill on the Line - Room Spray

It smells like freshly laundered sheets… but no one’s lived here in years. The comforting aroma of clean cotton drifts through the halls, clinging to the air like a memory that won’t fade. Beneath it lies something colder—a trace of earth, stone, and something once warm now long gone. Some say the beds still make themselves at night, tucked tight for guests who never checked out. Sweet dreams.