where dreams once intertwined,
A slumbered world, hidden and confined.
But behold, a stir, a gentle sigh,
As dawn's golden touch paints the sky.

Whispers of awakening fill the air,
A symphony of hope, banishing despair.
From deepest slumber, a spirit ascends,
Breaking free from time's relentless bends.

Eyes flutter open, embracing the light,
A soul...