Inside a man’s head lies a dimly lit abandoned hallway.

In the quiet of a hollow heart, Where echoes speak and shadows start, I wandered through the endless gray, A silent night that swallowed day. The weight of nothing pressed so deep, A barren soul, too tired to weep, Dreams dissolved like mist in air, And hope was just a whispered prayer. Yet far beyond the shrouded gloom, A fragile spark began to bloom— A thread of gold, a tender gleam, Unraveled from a distant dream. It called me forth, though weak and worn, Through tangled dusk, toward breaking dawn; Each step a fight, each breath a plea, But light was there—and light found me. Now emptiness becomes the space Where radiance can find its place; From hollow depths, a truth is spun: The darkest night births brightest sun.