No heart. No soul. Only the echo of an existence stripped of feeling. The quiet weight of emptiness—life without purpose, love, or direction—where each line drifts deeper into emotional isolation. As repetition mirrors the endless cycle of numbness, I am drawn into a world that feels cold, hollow, and unfinished. What happened to the heart?

A heart turned to stone. Love locked away. Kind words reach the walls—but can’t get through. She feels the warmth, hears the care, yet fear stands guard. Not fear of love itself… but of the pain that might follow. What happens when safety feels colder than risk? Read on to see what’s hidden behind the sealed heart.