In the quiet moments before the dawn,
When the night feels endless and hope seems gone,
There lies a path, unseen but near,
Where the soul must walk without fear.

With every step, a question stirs:
Who am I beneath the world’s murmurs?
Beneath the masks that I’ve worn so long,
Where is the heart that beats so strong?

The journey begins, with no map in hand,
Across deserts of doubt and shifting sand,
Through forests thick with tangled vines,
Where every tree whispers ancient signs.

Along the way, the winds will howl,
They’ll call your name, make you question how
You’ve come so far, yet seem so lost,
Every lesson bearing its hidden cost.

But keep moving, for the road is wide,
And the stars will guide you from the...