"Connection lies not in what is seen, but in the echoes left behind by all that has vanished."
Dust drapes tales upon the floor's embrace,
Faded whispers linger in an empty space.
Shadows coil gently, obscuring the truth,
In each hushed corner lies a lost, vibrant youth.
A mirror gathers ghosts in its silent gleam,
Reflecting the weight of a long-buried dream.
Threads of the past weave a fabric of fear,
Each vestige a heartbeat barely audible near.
