On a night of mystery, under a velvet sky

On a night of mystery, under a velvet sky, I wonder, where am I truly, in this vast and foreign universe? I walk on familiar streets, meet familiar faces, but I feel like I'm floating in a strange dream, a labyrinth of shadows and hopes. I wake up every day, repeating the same gestures, the same breakfast, the same class, the same bench, the same dusty books, the same suffocating routine, I laugh at the same jokes, but I am not here, I am nowhere, just a ghost. I float, but I feel like I am wilting, melting into an ocean of lost dreams, I watch someone else live my life, with a smile that doesn't belong to me, with dreams that don't fit in my mind, with empty words that have no echo in my soul. I wonder, when did it all get lost? When was the last time I knew who I was, where I stood, what I wanted from this bloody chaotic thing called life? Now, everything is noise, senseless static, a cacophony that engulfs me. I try to chase after memories, a version of myself I barely recognize, a faint shadow, but present, a trace of a child chasing a fading sunset, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it will guide me back to something, to someone. But every step forward pulls me back, further from who I was, further from who I am supposed to become, like a never-ending labyrinth, without exit, without beginning, as if I had been thrown in the middle of a story I was never meant to star in, and now I'm just trying to find my lines. "Where am I?" In this world that spins faster every day, I remain still, watching everything I knew blur into an incomprehensible nebula, "Am I even here?" Or have I just become part of the background, forgotten, irrelevant, lost? Tell me, if you find me, will you remind me who I am? Because right now, right now I don't know, I don't know who I am, where I am, if I still am.