In the quiet corners of a restless mindWhere whispers echo in the void of nightA storm brews with no thunder, no rainOnly the weight of an unseen fightThe sun rises, but the light feels farEach step heavy, every breath a choreFaces blur in the crowd, voices fadeYet the silence screams forevermoreBeneath the mask, a world unknownFragile as glass, yet strong as stoneThe heart beats a solitary drumIn a dance where hope is seldom shownBut even in the darkest hoursA flicker of light dares to igniteA gentle reminder, soft and smallThat darkness cannot eclipse the light