A Room of Solitude

In a room painted in whispers of sepia, the sofa hugs the melancholic silence, while shadows dance beneath the flickering light. A solitary figure stands, contemplating the irony of comfort amidst isolation, as the clock ticks away moments that never truly belong.

In a room painted in whispers of sepia, the sofa hugs the melancholic silence, while shadows dance beneath the flickering light. A solitary figure stands, contemplating the irony of comfort amidst isolation, as the clock ticks away moments that never truly belong.