The beating of the rain echoes the heartbeat— slow, uncertain, fading. A sudden gust of wind rises and falls like the breath drawn through plastic tubes. Darkness seeps in, matching the hush of life slipping away, while death waits, its arms opening and closing with irregular grace. Everything pauses— to make room for change, to hold heartbreak when nothing else remains. Shadows emerge from the corners of memory, filling the hollow spaces of broken yesterdays.