"Isolation often reveals the vivid hues of what once was, illuminating the connection between memory and the spaces we inhabit."
Columns of gold stretch like whispered sighs
Vaults of silence break with phantom cries
Harsh lights pierce through the echoes of past
Creating a realm where moments are cast
Muted tones cradle shadows that dance
In this vacant hall, a lost romance
Endless as time, yet fleeting like breath
In these silent walls, we confront our death
