Desolate echoes lingered in abandoned chambers of dreams, whispering tales of solitude.
Shadows cast a loud silence, disclosing secrets in the cold stillness.
Unheard voices were forsaken since bygone years, and memories were etched in the walls.
In the quietude, loneliness took its place as a haunting companion.
Yet within this emptiness, a subtle prowess emerged, somewhat like a silent resistance to the echoes of solitude.
Life’s intricate story unfolded in the hushed mazes of fantasy, where absurdities encountered reality.
Among the ruins of neglected reveries, sighs faded with the winds, and heartbeats of longings melted in silent harmonies.
Twilights painted desolated hues of melancholy as the moonlight weaved tales of forlorn hopes.
Treads of yesteryears resonated in the haunted dwellings of nostalgia, tracing the path of dreams forever lost to time.
In the realm of dark shadows, the dance of memories continued perpetually, revealing fragments of elapsed times like whispers in the dusk.
Amid the debris of desolate thoughts, perseverance bloomed as a quiet anthem of strength rising from the ashes of what once existed.
In the obliviousness of nonsense and despair, silent and gloomy tears created a mosaic of fate and disgrace.
The seal of destiny inscribed engravings on the sand, whose strokes weaved threads of anguish and uncertainty into the narrative of time.
Through the window of dismay, lone stars witnessed the transit of forgotten tales, casting their glow on the realm of the infinity.
In the secretive silence, unbounded solaces embraced the emptiness of futile yearnings, conveying stories of elusive contentment in the furtive enigmas.
And all of a sudden, everything was shuttered into fragments of memories of nocturnal nightmares and disrupted relics of elusive weariness in a moonless abyss.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
