
In the corner, a Zen coffee cup waits, untouched. The banjo's silenced strings echo tales of solitude, while candles flicker like unspoken thoughts. A figure spills water, yet the room feels parched—each detail a reminder of what remains unsaid in the hum of urban life.
In the corner, a Zen coffee cup waits, untouched. The banjo's silenced strings echo tales of solitude, while candles flicker like unspoken thoughts. A figure spills water, yet the room feels parched—each detail a reminder of what remains unsaid in the hum of urban life.