I tucked my hair, long
and blond like Kurt's,
behind my ears.
Red flannel hung low,
loose
...
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In the desolate silence of a world gone dark, a man wandered through the ruins, the weight of solitude pressing down on him. Months had passed since he'd seen another soul, and the echo of his own footsteps felt like a haunting lullaby. One night, as he sat beneath the stars, a faint melody drifted through the air—a siren's call from an underground bunker nearby.
Curiosity ignited within him, and he followed the sound, his heart pounding with both fear and hope. The bunker door creaked open, revealing flickering lights and shadows dancing to the eerie tune. As he descended into the depths, he felt a chill crawl up his spine; something wasn't right.
In the dim light, he saw figures swaying to the music—ghostly apparitions lost in their own eternal dance. They turned towards him, eyes hollow yet inviting, whispering secrets of a forgotten world. He realized then that he was not alone anymore; he had stepped into a realm where loneliness met the haunting beauty of despair.