"Reverberations of stillness remind us that even in absence, echoes of the past weave the fabric of our present."
Fluorescent ghosts hang in hollow haze,
Lonely machines guard forgotten days.
Polished floors whisper of footsteps lost,
While dusk cradles secrets at a somber cost.
Shadows entwine in a dance of despair,
Empty corridors echo a breath once rare.
Time lingers heavy like dusk's soft sigh,
In silence we ponder what slips by and why.
