Leaking

In the pitch black of the night, the only sound piercing the silence is the persistent, rhythmic dripping. It's as if the stillness of the darkness is being punctuated by the sound of water leaking, each droplet echoing in the vast emptiness. The sound is hauntingly beautiful yet ominous, like a heartbeat in the quiet, each drop a reminder of the relentless passage of time. The darkness seems to be drinking in the water, absorbing each drop that falls, adding to its depth and intensity. It's a symphony of solitude, of the night and water in conversation, each drop a word, each silence a response. The leaking water, a dark melody played on the canvas of the night.