"Emptiness holds the weight of untold stories, where every shadow cradles the potential of what could be."
In vacant halls where echoes fade away
Fluorescent hearts in muted tones sway
Chairs stand in silence heavy with the past
While vending dreams disperse, fading fast
Lonely windows frame a world unseen
Shadows weave secrets in a sterile sheen
Each corner whispers of lost connection's thread
In solitude's embrace, the future is bred.