In a mini red realm, a woman's plight,
Draped in black, lost in eerie light.
Forced perspective distorts, disoriented and confined,
In the crimson hallway, solace hard to find.
Her footsteps echo, haunting and alone,
Crimson walls constrict, her spirit's tone.
Vulnerable in frames, frozen in time,
In solitude's embrace, a poetic paradigm.
Amidst crimson's grasp, she seeks her voice,
Confronting fears, embracing the choice.
A poetic symphony, her journey unfolds,
Scarlet solitude, her tale of depths untold.
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