A Solitary Nocturne

In the fragile embrace of night, shadows dance gently.

The moon, a distant companion, whispers secrets to the stars.

Do you remember? The echoes of laughter under the lamppost's glow.

Faded now, like the ink of a letter long forgotten, buried in dust.

Here, thoughts are but specters, pulling at the threads of time.

Fragments of dreams linger, elusive, like wisps of smoke.

Pathways of Wounded Hearts

Ephemeral Moments

Corridors of the Ward

And so, in this nocturne, the solitary melody plays on.

Each note a memory, each pause a reminder of times untold.