"Solitude cradles forgotten tales, reminding us that in silence, even shadows can tell their stories."
Flickering lights hum soft secrets of the past
Machines stand guard where echoes dwell and last
Shadows weave through corners of muted despair
Whispers of absence paint the silence bare
Desolation clings like dust to ancient stone
Yet in the stillness, a heartbeat finds its tone
Each moment trapped within the walls of time
Reveals that emptiness can also be sublime