Once used to carry light to rooms filled with love and laughter, they now stand as sentinels guarding that forgotten spark. Even when time unplugs us from what was, a trace of energy remains. The past hums softly beneath the surface, waiting for us to listen.
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Once used to carry light to rooms filled with love and laughter, they now stand as sentinels guarding that forgotten spark. Even when time unplugs us from what was, a trace of energy remains. The past hums softly beneath the surface, waiting for us to listen.