Shadowed Solitude
Reflection
In the depths of a forgotten room, a figure stands, shrouded in darkness.
The light that filters through the window casts a faint glow, a reminder of the world outside.
Yet, the subject remains entranced, lost in thought.
The air is heavy with the weight of memories, and the silence is palpable.
It's as if time itself has paused, allowing for a moment of introspection.
The darkness is not just a absence of light, but a presence that envelops, a reminder that even in solitude, there is beauty.
The figure stands, a testament to the strength found in stillness, a beacon in the shadows.