Once a home now in shadows, frayed and pale, threadbare silence.
Along the walls footprints creep, forlorn, forgotten, blossoming black.
A moan, a sigh, curtains trembling, crystals sparking in starless nights.
Dreading to rest, a tap drips, tale of a vein dying to pulse again.
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Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音 