Shadowed Ground

The city sleeps beneath a veil of quiet night, its streets heavy with unspoken truths. I walk among whispers and empty windows, each shadow stretching long, each step pressing against the weight of what I’ve been. Fear lingers in the marrow, a familiar companion, teaching me to pause, to feel the gravity of my own soul. Yet even here, in darkness, a heartbeat insists: you are more than this stillness, more than this fear.