"Solitude carves the contours of possibility, guiding the heart toward unheard melodies."
Triangles rise in cobalt hues,
Their edges sharp, like thoughts imbued.
Enchanted light spills from a pane,
Illuminating dreams, both clear and arcane.
An empty floor breathes stories unsaid,
Where solitude dances with whispers of dread.
Possibility blossoms in silence so deep,
Awakening visions that awake from their sleep.
