Photo by Eugene Chystiakov on Unsplash
When the lights blink out, shadows take the lead, whispering secrets to walls in the heavy dark. A match flares, temporary sun— fingers cradle its glow, but soon enough, silence returns. In the absence of light, even silence hums.
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