"Standing where others once lay. Behind me, a hospital bed… or maybe a brancard. It's unclear now, like so much of the past hidden in these walls. But one thing is certain this room has seen things I can only imagine.
Traces of cleansing or control? This bathtub, now rusted and forgotten, may once have held hope, fear, or punishment. Silence fills the room, but the water remembers everything.
It only added new scars. Graffiti covers the walls. Asbestos clings to the air. And somewhere beneath it all… the past still breathes.
"An almost empty room. No names, no voices, no answers. Just space… and the feeling that something once happened here.
