The world outside is just a fading breath,

  A whisper lost to time and space.

  The world beyond, a song of death,

  A melody I chase but can't embrace.

  I've learned to live in silent skies,

  Where the wind speaks louder than my mind.

  Days drift by like fleeting sighs,

  As shadows fade, and nothing’s left behind."

  I’ve become a ghost in my own life,

  An orphan to the world I used to know.

  A stranger to all but these cold walls,

  And the screens that flicker, putting on a show.

  Stories surround me, a cage of light,

  They call it escape, but it’s another fight.

  A prison more comfortable than the last,

  A place to hide, where time moves past."

  Money—it's all I have to hold,

  Filling the void in a room so cold.

  Yet still, I ache with loneliness,

  A pain no one can heal, no happiness.

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  I never leave, I never speak,

  I don’t need to, it’s all so bleak.

  Not with my games, my books in hand,

  They offer comfort, like grains of sand.

  They make the world outside fade away,

  A place I never have to face, or stay.

  But there are moments—

  In the silence, when the night stands still,

  When the flicker of the screen begins to blur,

  And something stirs, a quiet thrill.

  A restless spark that aches inside,

  A yearning for more than this, I can't hide—

  Something real, something true,

  A life beyond this empty view.

  "I don’t know where it comes from—

  Perhaps the weight of all this emptiness,

  Or the power of my own mind undone,

  Reaching into something... boundless, endless.

  A mysterious app, so quiet, so still,

  It calls to me when the world feels far,

  When my heart beats too loud, too real, it whispers softly, like a distant star.

  It whispers of another world,

  a place where I might finally be more than a shadow.

  A place where my power could be real.

  Where I could finally be something,

  or anything,

  other than this.

  I don’t know what’s waiting.

  I don’t know if I can take the step.

  But it’s coming.

  And soon, I will have to decide—

  will I stay in this cage I’ve built,

  or will I unlock the door,

  and step into the unknown?