In the corner of a dim-lit room, shadows linger.
The air, thick with unuttered words.
Outside, the world continues its dance, oblivious.
There is a silence, palpable and dense,
A scream, hushed by some ancient pact,
Entwined with the embrace of night,
Seeking solace in the murmur of the stars.
Every blink is a moment of pause,
Every heartbeat, a reminder of what is left unsaid.
Eyes closed, waiting for dawn that never comes.
And in this vision, a whisper,
An embrace unseen, unfelt, unraveling
The quiet echoes of a thousand silences.