''Tuck...Tuck...tuck...''
The still room resonated with the sound of water drops falling from the ceiling. In the dimly lit room, the flickering candle cast eerie shadows on the walls, and soft moonlight filtered through the dusty windowpanes, adding to the mysterious atmosphere of the space. The scent of death and decay lingered in the air, as if no one had been in the room for years. The abandoned furniture and cobwebs covering every surface suggested that this room had been forgotten and left to rot. It was as if time had stood still in this desolated space, frozen in a moment of neglect and abandonment.
The shadows danced along the walls as the drops of water continued to pitter-patter onto the stone floor. The eerie peace was almost captivating, as if inviting the curious to explore the secrets hidden within the walls. But the overwhelming sense of dread and foreboding kept most at bay. The still room remained a mystery, a forgotten relic of the past, waiting for someone brave enough to unlock its secrets.
A frail-looking woman leaned against the old chair worn out by time, her eyes fixed on the window where the raindrops were hitting the glass pane with a steady rhythm. She seemed lost in thought, oblivious to the sound of the clock ticking away in the background.
She seemed lost in her own world, her eyes fixed on a distant point, staring blankly up at the gloomy night, seemingly seeking answers to questions that she couldn't even put into words.
The sound of the water drops matched the rhythm of her breathing—slow and steady. The woman's mind was wandering, lost in memories of a time long gone. She wondered if she had made the right choices in life and followed the right path.
She appeared so empty, much like the echo of water drops; both were unable to find anything to fill their existence.
The young woman's face was etched with lines of sadness and despair, giving her an air of melancholy that was hard to ignore. The heavy bags under her eyes proved that she hadn't slept well in days. Her mind was consumed with worries and anxieties, and she couldn't seem to find any peace or rest despite her exhaustion.
Her magenta-like hair, once shiny and full of life enough to make heads turn, now looked dull and lifeless while it hung limply around her shoulders, mirroring the lack of vitality within her. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and empty, staring off into the distance with no sense of purpose or hope. It was as if she had given up on life, resigned herself to her fate, and was waiting for the end to come.
Her dark purple dress, a stark contrast to her pale complexion, was hanging loosely on her frail body and became loose and wrinkled, as if it had been worn for days without care. She couldn't help but feel like she was wearing her exhaustion for all to see. She had been going through a tough time lately, dealing with issues that seemed to have no end in sight.
Her mind was a maze of thoughts and emotions, each one leading to a dead end. She tried to stay positive and hopeful, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She knew she needed to find a way out of the maze before she lost herself completely. The sound that kept repeating was that of a clock ticking away the seconds, reminding her of the passing time. She wondered if she would ever find meaning in her life before it was too late.
As she focused solely on the sound, her turquoise eyes closed while her body swayed gently with the rhythm of the falling raindrops. She was lost in a sea of memories, reliving the moments that had brought her to this point of hopelessness and despair while trying not to drown in the overwhelming emotions that came with them.
She had always been a fighter, but lately, it seemed like the weight of the world was too much to bear. She struggled to keep her head above water, but the current was getting stronger. She needed a lifeline, a way out of the maze of her thoughts and emotions.
