Set, sun of warmth and light

Announces the arrival of the night of silence and the inevitable cold…

Monsters are prowling around on this night, monsters that nobody knows exist.

The dark soldiers are spreading, along with them, a thousand spirits and spirits are released imprisoned.

A thousand whispers blend into one, a symphony of sorrows echoing through the void, unheard, unseen by eyes that refuse to see.

They move silently, these dark soldiers, like shadows in the moonlight, hiding beneath smiles, beneath the calm surface of an ocean, where storms rage, waiting to be unleashed

They were born in the silence of the night, in the gaps between heartbeats, in the pauses of unspoken words.

They are the guardians of regret, the keepers of lost hope, cloaked in the stillness of a night, too quiet, too empty.

The spirits rise, dancing to a song only they can hear, tethered to memories of what once was, and what could never be again.

For even as the sun will rise again, and light will reclaim its place,

the shadows will not vanish, nor will the darkness fade.