Echoes of the Forgotten Playgrounds

They journeyed through the labyrinth of rusted playgrounds, where laughter had long turned to silence. The once-vibrant colors now faded to unsettling shades, whispering secrets of lost children. Each swing creaked with a sorrowful cadence, and the ground was a twisted patchwork of familiar yet strange toys. A forgotten merry-go-round spun gently, as if pushed by unseen hands, calling them closer. They discovered a photo, blurry yet haunting, of children who never left. The shadows deepened, revealing figures on the edge of awareness, observing with indifference. Just as they turned to flee, a hollow giggle echoed behind them, and they realized the forgotten had found new playmates.