I spend seven day in solitary confinement

In solitary confinement, a man exists in isolation, surrounded by walls that echo with the haunting silence of solitude. Days blur into a monotonous rhythm, marked by the stark absence of human interaction. The passage of time becomes a relentless companion, each moment stretching into an eternity. The confines of the cell amplify the weight of one's thoughts, creating an internal landscape where introspection and loneliness intertwine. The absence of external stimuli accentuates the smallest sounds, from the echo of footsteps to the distant hum of machinery, emphasizing the profound isolation of the individual.