Wind Chill in Abandoned Ruins

The wind’s chill in the ruins feels like a warning, not a lullaby. Every stone I cross echoes a forgotten voice that keeps me from drifting toward the rest of the world. I ignore the hum of the abandoned generators; they buzz like a broken lull. If only the wind would let me rest for a moment, I’d consider it a mercy. #solitude #ruins #wind 🌬️