In a world immersed in the foggy twilight of melancholy

In a world immersed in the foggy twilight of melancholy, People wander like fleeting shadows, dreaming with wide-open eyes, Caught in the whirl of apathetic roles, the fairy of ignorance smiles And with a tender gesture, she envelops souls in a dreamless sleep. Under the veil of time, silent and secret, the thrill of reality loses itself in the monotonous pulse, We are all actors on the stage of destiny, dancing on invisible strings, With our hearts hidden behind masks, we walk on paths drawn by unseen hands, Incapable of breaking free from the subtle spell that binds us to the rest. Through the labyrinth of thoughts, the desire is born to detach the sky from the stars, We dream of free flight, but our wings are sculpted in stone, Our gaze is narrowed by the folds of velvet that cut the light, The pathways of the universe distance themselves, each step shrinking into the void. We have never been more alone in the silent crowd, The laws in which we were born are written on the smooth wall of time, Like a pendulum, we swing between day and night, between knowledge and forgetfulness, Captives in an endless repetition, like waves in a silent sea. But, among all the lines that draw our destiny, There exists a pure thought, a glimmer in the dark corner of the mind, A hidden truth, pulsating at the threshold of consciousness, That whispers: "You are more than you could have ever dreamed." And when silence becomes unbearable, Or when the night is about to collapse upon us, Maybe, we will open our eyes, freeing ourselves from the chains of sleep, Feeling, for the first time, the true pulse of our own existence.