"Isolation breathes life into the stories written in silence, where the past lingers in every shadow and reflection."
Forgotten echoes stir beneath the gloom
As scattered remnants weave a tale of ruin
Silent reflections shimmer in the glassy blue
While shadows linger, weaving what once was true
Lone machines guard whispers of days gone by
Their faded colors blend with the dust and sigh
In stillness we find the truths of our own fears
As time suspends, revealing hidden years.
