IMAGINE PEACE

Not every loss comes with tears. Some goodbyes are too deep for language. Some wounds echo only in silence.

War does not only take lives. It erases warmth, connection, love. In the stillness that follows, only the faintest echoes endure—waiting for someone, somewhere, to remember.

After the final echo fades, stillness descends.

In the ruins, a glance is exchanged—no names, no cries, only the weight of what will never be said.

Time pauses. Dust hovers. Memory refuses to settle.