- Believing in the impossible may be delusional, but sometimes it's delusions that lead us to create extraordinary realities.

- This world lies beneath a shroud of chaos, where every soul drifts in shadows of their own making. We are the darkness they refuse to acknowledge, the truth lurking just beyond the edge of their comfort. We are the fear they bury deep, haunting their dreams and whispering the reality they dare not face.

In the silence of the storm,
Where the wild winds twist and form,
Through the shadows sharp and deep,
Where the restless spirits sleep.

In the lightning’s sudden glare,
Truth is naked, laid bare,
And in the thunder’s rolling song,
Echoes hum of right and wrong.

When the rain begins to fall,
Washing sins away from all,
Hopes once buried rise anew,
In the darkened sky’s cold blue.

But the storm, it will not cease,
Not without its taste of peace,
And within its heart so black,
Lies a path that calls us back.

Through the tempest, through the fight,
We will stumble toward the light,
For no storm can last the day,
When the dawn comes out to play.