In the twilight of an autumn evening, under lead clouds, one feels the unbearabl

In the twilight of an autumn evening, under lead clouds, one feels the unbearable weight of loneliness. The leaves, torn by the wind, circle in a sad dance, as if crying along with a lonely heart. An old bench in an empty park, forgotten by everyone, as a symbol of hopelessness and melancholy. Silence weighs on your chest, and the world seems gray and cold, as if time itself has stopped in this melancholy moment. Life, like a bottomless abyss, absorbs the last sparks of hope, leaving only a dramatic emptiness.