ECHOES OF AN UNRETURNED HEARTBEAT

Every thump held a silent cry, a longing for understanding. Each reverberation bounced off the void, unanswered, unheard. It was a choreography of sorrow, played out in the void of a solitary being. The air itself felt heavy with suppressed copyright, hanging in the emptiness. Yet, the pulse continued, a resolute testament to faith that someday, p