"Silence, like a forgotten melody, holds the weight of untold stories and echoes of what once was."
Stillness hangs like a heavy veil of dusk
While flickering lights weave tales of hushed trust.
Cracked tiles cradle the secrets of time's dance,
In pools of forgotten dreams awash in chance.
Vending machines linger like ghosts of the past,
Faded walls whisper of comfort that couldn't last.
Shadows touch the silence, a canvas of sighs,
Echoing the remnants where lost memory lies.
