In the corners, dust flees the daylight, as whispers from forgotten thoughts reverberate against the walls. A singular chair sits, occupied by the memory of conversations never had, the hollow sound of silence filling the void.
Footsteps once danced in the soft breath of the room, now replaced by shadows spreading languidly, seeking warmth in an absence that lingers like a mist. Time here moves subtly, wound into layers peppered with what used to be laughter, now but echoes.
The light streaming through the cracks tells stories, stories that congeal into a tapestry of longing, draping itself over the more tangible elements. A clock ticks silently, marking moments, yet its sound dissolves like sugar into tea; sweet and fleeting, gone before it can be savored.
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