There goes the sun,
fading into oblivion,
while the moon rises—
silent, cold, and watchful.
Here I stand,
frozen in place,
stranded between worlds,
wounded and restless.
Not chained by iron,
but bound by shadows—
a fate I cannot break.
— Lia —
Everything shifts in the dark.
Nothing lasts beyond the dusk.
Each night we become someone new,
each breath a step through shadow and flame.
Thoughts twist like smoke,
perceptions blur like mist,
decisions echo in the void.
But one truth remains—
we cannot step forward,
while shadowbound to our past.