"Isolation breeds depth, where echoes linger in the spaces between stories untold."
Silent lights hum a tune of patient dread,
Each numbered door hides the tales unsaid.
Chairs face the void where whispers once dwelled,
Echoes of laughter in silence compelled.
Walls breathe stories of the lost and the found,
In sterile spaces where shadows abound.
Threads of connection weave through empty air,
Awaiting the hearts that will unravel the care.
