In the creaking corners of long-abandoned mansions, where memories tarnish like forgotten relics, silence drapes itself like a heavy cloak upon the rafters. Each breath is an echo, every heartbeat a reminder of the void.
Echoes of forgotten hymns resonate with the abandoned walls, yet no soul remains to comprehend. The air thickens with the remnants of thoughts not shared, the yearnings of yesterdays lost to shadows.
A garden weeps under the cover of twilight, flowers holding secrets of whispered promises now lain to waste; petals rust like the dreams of those who dared to dream of light.
“Are you there?"
“Behind the veil of sound.”
“Listen closely…”
One might encounter the weeping ceiling yearning for the touch of laughter, yet finding only the gnashing of teeth in silence. Time entwines itself in a waltz of despair and decay. What dreams may come in this suffocating solitude?