The baskets lie abandoned in the harsh light, their emptiness accentuated by the stark shadows that stretch across the cobblestones beneath them. Each woven strand, once meant to hold life and purpose, now serves only as a vessel for the void. They sit still, untouched, echoing the quiet sorrow of things left behind, forgotten in the cold space of time. The light, though bright, cannot pierce the loneliness that envelops them, leaving only a faint sense of loss, like remnants of a past long faded into the distant shadows.
Kraton Kush 
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