The sound of celebration has faded, leaving behind an echo in the quiet rooms. Confetti settles on the floor, a colorful ghost of the midnight countdown. The glasses are empty, the champagne’s fleeting sparkle now just a memory. In the blue light of a screen, we scroll through the archives of a year ago—a time that felt warmer, a future that seemed certain. We look at who we were then and wonde...
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