In the quiet whispers of the night,
I find echoes of who I am,
A tapestry woven with dreams and fears,
A soul seeking its own reflection.
The mirror shows a face I know,
Yet beneath, the river flows,
With currents of longing and forgotten tales,
A quest for a name untold.
Under the sky of endless stars,
I wander through paths of light and shadow,
Embracing the fragments of my being,
Mending the tapestry of my heart.
In this dance of discovery and growth,
I find strength in the unknown,
For in the depths of my own story,
I become whole, I become me.