I know the voices dying with a dying fall / Beneath the music from a farther room.

Memories fade and blur like a dream upon waking.

I recall wandering aimlessly through cities, my feet carrying me from one place to another, without any clear destination in mind. I would often come across empty doorways, winding paths leading down into the depths of underground rooms, or the vast expanse of the misty sea.

And then, in the midst of these forgetful places, I would see them: men, sitting or standing there alone, lost in their own thoughts and the weight of their own loneliness. What were they waiting for, I often wondered? A lover’s embrace, a friendly smile, or simply a moment of respite from the unyielding solitude?

Their presence was like a Siren’s call. It spoke to a primal yearning, a longing for connection and belonging.