The Inner Battle

I watched every sunset. Night, an old friend. Longing to dream.

I envisioned worlds, but my body crumbled. Tired, exhausted.

I kept going, pushing limits. Bleeding, a victim of my hand.

Death near. My mind slipped, I tried to catch it. Imaginary or reality?

A voice. I listened. She grew louder. My body became a vessel.

She took over, unrecognized. She burned with desire. Create new worlds.

Your journey begins now.