ECHOES OF AN UNRETURNED HEARTBEAT

Every thump held a silent cry, a longing for connection. Each echo bounced off the silence, unanswered, lost. It was a dance of sorrow, played out in the void of a solitary soul. The air itself felt heavy with latent copyright, drowning in the vacuum. Yet, the heartbeat continued, a unyielding testament to hope that someday, perhaps, the resonance