The echoes of unfulfilled claims, painted on the canvas of forgotten afternoons.
Each heartbeat releases a note—a solitary aria drifting into a vastness, devoid of audience.
In the absence of cheer, melancholy dances, adorned in faded rays of hope.
Triumphs reside, tangled within limbs of silence, sharing breaths with the moonlight.
Listen closely; the heart confesses its legacy amid uncertainty.
Harmony blooms, not in applause, but in the soft murmur of reality.
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