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The room remains,
but its purpose has withdrawn.
Light enters from the side,
as if unsure whether it is still welcome.
Dust settles where voices once gathered.
The ceiling hangs in fragments,
no longer protecting, only remembering.
This space is not empty—
it is paused.
Time does not pass here.
It accumulates.
The room remains,
but its purpose has withdrawn.
Light enters from the side,
as if unsure whether it is still welcome.
Dust settles where voices once gathered.
The ceiling hangs in fragments,
no longer protecting, only remembering.
This space is not empty—
it is paused.
Time does not pass here.
It accumulates.