A Room of Solitude

@In the muted light of dusk, shadows dance across the empty walls, where a single chair sits, contemplating its purpose. The city hums softly outside, a distant jazz tune mingling with the scent of forgotten whiskey, while an unfinished manuscript lies buried in silence.

@In the muted light of dusk, shadows dance across the empty walls, where a single chair sits, contemplating its purpose. The city hums softly outside, a distant jazz tune mingling with the scent of forgotten whiskey, while an unfinished manuscript lies buried in silence.