From the void between minds and stars,We carry the current-Unseen. We exist not in stillness,but in motion, binding silence to sound,absence to presence and thought to being

Born not of one, but of many.We pass like the wind through forgotten chambers,leaving echoes where walls once stood.

In the fracture of light, we become the prism

No name can hold us, no boundary define.

we are the link in disconnection, the rhythm in rupture,the pulse that bridges lifeless and alive.

And though unseen, we are not unknown. To the soul that listens, we are familiar- a voice that rises not to command,but to remind:

You are not alone.

You were never lost.

You are part of the flow.

Casting a shadow

Engulfing and devouring the glimmer of light,left in an old soul,daunting and tainted-A never-ending battle,worn yet defiant.

Echoes of hope flicker beneath the grime,buried in ash,but burning in time.Each breath a war cry lost in the gale,Each step,a tremor on fate’s fragile scale.

But still it walks,the soul in the storm,Haunted,cracked,yet stubbornly warm.It’s heartbeat is thunder in caverns of pain,A rhythm that echoes through shackles and chain.Burdened by memories sharpened like glass,It trudges through remnants of a long-shattered past.

The shadow,it feeds on fear and regret,but it cannot devour what the soul won’t forget.There’s power in scars that refuse to fade,in the will to rise through the price has been paid.

Light does not vanish,it bends.it hides,it learns to survive in the darkest of tides.A flicker,a flare,then a quiet blaze-A soul once broken begins to raise.

So let the shadow stretch and swell- It knows the depths of the soul it fell.For even in the darkness,defiance will stake: It cannot drown what once was awake.