"Loneliness carves its presence into the stone of time, revealing the stories buried beneath the weight of forgotten memories."
A cloaked figure waits on stones worn and gray,
As twilight descends and shadows begin to sway.
The clock tower looms in silence profound,
Echoes of time in the stillness resound.
Twisted roots curl where the past intertwines,
Vines grasping secrets in their verdant confines.
Birds wheel above in an ominous flight,
Each heartbeat whispers a tale in the night.
