The sun wearily sank below the horizon as the evening took command, shrouding the sky in a blanket of twilight blue. Nestled inside her apartment, the girl sat lone and quiet, the ticking hands of the nearby wall clock the only reminder of a world moving forward. Around her was silence - a comforting, yet haunting silence, creeping through the rooms of her life, hiding in the corners and shadows.

She was her own solitary island, her ceaseless thoughts the turbulent waves that relentlessly lashed the shore. A sense of exhaustion, much like her shadow, followed her every moment, forming a cloak woven with threads of loneliness. And yet, her weariness was deprived of the sweet surrender of a peaceful slumber.

Suddenly, she felt an eerie sensation - an undefined presence that tingled a wave of recognition. A flicker in the darkness, elusive yet familiar, like a lighthouse offering guidance amidst a turbulent sea. She looked around her, fumbling through her thoughts in the tangible desolation of her room.

Breaking the silence, she asked, with a hopeful desperation, "Are you there?"

She called you - her inner voice, which is always next to her.