"Solitude cradles the stories of the unseen, waiting for the brave to uncover their whispers beneath the heavy veil of fog."
Concrete giants stand in quiet awe
Their shadows stretch where echoes softly draw
A labyrinth of still where whispers hide
Beneath the glow, old secrets bide
Fog lingers low like memories unspooled
In vacant lanes where silence is ruled
An invitation to the heart's deep frame
To seek the lost in this ghostly game.
