One fateful evening, as the sun sank behind the horizon, casting a somber glow over Stillwater, Eleanor, Thomas, and Maya found themselves drawn to the park.
Eleanor sat on a bench, her eyes vacant, lost in a sea of unarticulated sorrow.
Thomas wandered nearby, his thoughts consumed by the futility of human connection.
Maya arrived, clutching a bouquet of dead flowers, each one a testament to her grief.
As they gathered in silence, they felt the weight of their shared loneliness.
Eleanor sat on a bench, her eyes vacant, lost in a sea of unarticulated sorrow.
Thomas wandered nearby, his thoughts consumed by the futility of human connection.
Maya arrived, clutching a bouquet of dead flowers, each one a testament to her grief.
As they gathered in silence, they felt the weight of their shared loneliness.
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