(12.00). The hollow halls of memory, seeking light amidst the ashes of forgotten dreams. 🧿

ㅤㅤLOST. Upon this sullen night, I linger by the rain-soaked path, where drops doth fall with a solemn rhythm. Each ripple born upon the water's face whispers the weight of heavens' tears, as though the sky itself weeps for a truth long forgotten. (..)ㅤㅤ