"I hear them…"
"Whispers in the dark…"
"Calling me…
pulling me under…"

“But I will not break.”

The sand shifts beneath me,
The stars are cold and far.
Left behind,
cast away,
A world so vast,
yet I don’t belong.

My hands reach for warmth,
But the wind is sharp with fear.
They see a monster’s shadow,
Not the heart that beats inside.

"I will not bow to fate."
"I will not be a curse!"

"Fangs in the dark,
but I will not strike!"
"Chains in my blood,
but I will not break!"
"This world was never meant for me—"
"But I will carve my name in stone!"

I dream of silk and laughter,
Not cold stone and dust.
A dress that flows like water,
Not scales that weigh me down.

The moon calls my name,
Not the shadows where I hide.
But I need a hand to reach for—
Someone to pull me into the light.


"But they still fear me—"
"They push me back!"
"A beast, a curse—"
"ENOUGH!"

The fangs strike—
chains snap—flames rise!
A monster’s wrath or a soul breaking free?!

"Can I find my treasure in this world?"