The last firework has faded, its echo absorbed by the winter sky. Silence begins to reclaim the night, a silence punctuated only by the whisper of wind. Inside, the aftermath of celebration lies scattered like a memory. Confetti carpets the floor, a ghost of the night’s color, now just rainbow-dusted debris. The glasses are empty, every promise of a toast drained away. A year has just ended, va...
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