THE LINGERING PRESENCE OF LONELINESS

The silence suffocates like a shroud, a heavy blanket crafted from the threads of forgotten moments. Every echo in this vast emptiness amplifies, only to be swallowed by the depth of solitude. It is a portrait painted in shades of melancholy, where memories drift like phantoms, and hope flickers faintly. Across the void, a world thrives obliviou