Shadows of a broken land, voices stifled, breaths subdued. Hope fades like the sun over the
horizon, and silence, heavy, fills the air.
Hands, once unbound, now tremble, held down by unseen chains. Eyes that once saw the
morning now only see the dark.
Dreams collapse under the weight of silence. A single step feels like a thousand, each breath a struggle for control.
The sun sets for the last time, as the forgotten fade away once more.
— Saira Bhagat
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