"A glance, a shadow of hope sliding swiftly
beneath the towering thigh of reality.
The flicker of silent celluloid blocking the light,
a spectral embrace in the corner of a foggy room.
Wreathed in gauze, the truth trembles,
peeking cautiously through seams etched by doubt.
These walls once echoed laughter,
echo now only the whispers of forgotten confession.
Lorem, the gaze empty as the frame
quivers with time, decaying into an unseen story.
Behind the curtain's whispered breath,
we find ourselves entangled in an embrace
of truths we dare not unfurl.