A guitar rests against the wall, its strings tight but unused. Dust gathers on the polished wood, a quiet reminder of forgotten melodies. The fretboard, once familiar beneath skilled fingers, now feels cold and distant. The air around it is still, as if holding its breath. The pickguard reflects faint light, but the guitar remains silent. Its body holds the echo of songs never played. Time has passed, and the chords have faded, but the instrument still waits. In its quiet solitude, the music lingers, waiting for hands to awaken the sound once more.
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