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Walking through the silent halls, soft shuffling sounds are all that is heard. Darkness has closed in around the lone figure. Lights from the outside illuminate debris on the floor. He looks around, searching down the long corridor, hoping to catch a glimpse of what once was a lively place.


As he continues onward, he shakes his head, thinking only if he could clear the cobwebs lingering there he could hear once again the sounds of voices, voices laughing, talking, telling jokes, kidding one another, poking fun, and flirting. Music can be heard in the background, along with the soft clinking of the drink glasses as they are set back on the table while fingers caress the keyboard causing a pitter patter of rhythmic clicks,


Oh how he longs for what once was, groups of people, gathering, chatting, leaving the world behind to create their own little environment. A whole new ecosystem, one where people were there for one another.


But just like the seasons, time has changed the climate and darkness filled this place. Where there once was sunshine, warmth, joy............clouds and rain has taken over. The chill slowly has permeated the spirit along with this place. All that seems to remain are the Ghosts from times past.


But he continues, he keeps moving forward, searching for the light, the warmth, the hope of a new beginning. For you see, once in a while, as he shuffles down the dark halls, he does pass by a room filled with light. He peers in and finds her there, smiling in a field of flowers, putting them all to shame with her beauty. And he knows, this is no Ghost.


Heart filled with warmth once more, he continues on his way....................... humming to himself.