"Reality often hides within the faded glow of what used to be, revealing the beauty in yesterday's forgotten echoes."
Flickering neon calls forgotten hearts back,
Faded joys linger in the hues of a black track.
Rusting machines cradle dreams left behind,
While echoes of laughter weave through the mind.
Dust dances slowly where moments once thrived,
Whispers of joy in the stillness survived.
Each button holds stories, each screen a lost fight,
In the shadows of longing, past colors ignite.
