Loneliness appears in small, quiet traces of the night. A blurred light behind glass hints at distance and memory. A forgotten cone stands like a witness to silence. A single passenger, folded into their own thoughts, rides through empty streets. A shadow crosses the pavement without direction. A spider clings to fragile threads, holding on to its place. These images are not scenes of emptiness but signs of life that remain in quiet moments — simple marks of solitude breathing in the dark.
