An Echo In the Dark

In the depths of night, a voice emerges. It calls out to the ears of weary souls burdened by the weight of an existential crisis. It glides and floats, lingering in the air like a restless spirit, carrying with it the murmurs of forgotten sorrow and hidden regrets. The ethereal chorus dances gracefully between the shadows, a requiem demanding to be heard. It tears through the silence, shattering the delicate peace we have so painstakingly crafted. Like a ghostly echo from forgotten tales and long-lost dreams, its presence is a melancholic reminder of the stories left untold, the chapters left unfinished. Within its tendrils lie the allegory of lovers torn apart by the cruelty of fate, their hearts left bleeding and longing for a reunion that will never come. It whispers of friendships once strong, now fractured by the betrayal that snakes through the cracks of trust. And it laments the aspirations we once held dear, now abandoned and left to wither and die in the silhouette of desires consigned to oblivion. This voice, this siren of the night, is a call to awaken dormant memories, to summon them forth from the depths of our souls to confront the light once again. Its haunting melody weaves a symphony of yesteryears, painting vivid tapestries of a time long gone. Through its mournful strains, it reveals the lacerations of the past, those scars etched deep within our fragile hearts, urging us to confront the demons that have plagued us for unduly long. -Tsietsi Modimoncho Nkhane