Kenopsia

In the ironic dance of kenopsia, one marvels at the sheer emptiness, like a party attended by invisible friends. The silence echoes with the laughter of nonexistent guests, and the vacant chairs seem to share gossip only audible to the departed. It's a poetic vacuum where the walls whisper tales of once-thriving social scenes, now relegated to the art of solitude. Kenopsia, the peculiar emotion that turns an abandoned mall into a ghostly runway, where the mannequins strut in imaginary fashion shows, forever in style but with no audience to applaud. A theater of absence, where echoes of life put on a silent play.