Okay, here are a couple of sketches... The first came to mind when I was sitting in my room at my desk, reading. The second is pure fantasy. Please don't judge too harshly. :o

1.
Silence... Only the gentle rain outside the window whispers something, like a lullaby. The whisper fills the room, lulling its inhabitants to sleep. An old, wise cabinet has slightly opened its doors from fatigue. Gray and covered in dust, it is lost in thought. The books on the shelves are dozing, leaning against each other in a friendly way. Each one is dreaming of something: one imagines itself as a valiant knight, rushing into battle with four-armed giants, another dreams that it is a brilliant mathematician solving another geometric equation, and a third dreams of reciting poetry... A formidable but calm tiger silently gazes at the painted horizon, guarding this room's idyll... And only the rain quietly whispers a lullaby into the window...

2.
Rain... The sea, like fish scales, is covered with a shimmering ripple. The sea, like a horde of barbarians, crashes in waves against the pier again and again, in desperate attempts to destroy it. The stone pier silently endures all the water's attacks. Deep down, it probably imagines itself as a bastion. A ship is swaying at the pier. Majestic and powerful, it longs with all its heart to sail into the sea, to conquer unknown lands, to fight bloodthirsty pirates, but in helplessness, it again lowers its bow, realizing that the ropes, like chained dogs, will guard it and not let it go anywhere...

Author - Maxim Maganet (that is, me :))