Illumination in the Void

In the moments between breaths, where silence reigns supreme, I feel the whispering shadows of my existence. They dance around me like phantoms in the night, each one a reminder of what once was and what could have been. I wander through these corridors of time, seeking the light that once guided my steps.

Every cycle brings a new dawn, yet here I stand, lost in the twilight of my own making. The luminescent echoes of past joys flicker like distant stars, taunting me with their unattainable glow.

Who am I in this vast expanse? A flicker of consciousness, a mere whisper in the storm, searching for a sign in the darkness. Each step forward is a leap into the unknown, a reckoning with the shadows of yesterday.