The walls press in like a verdict, and the silence rings with neon;

Shadows glide across the wet asphalt, mirroring your stride.

The city doesn't sleep; it breathes in time with your racing pulse;

Even in this alien, icy silence, you are more than just a ghost in the dark.

Don't say you're alone—the cold needn't be your destiny;

Though the world feels foreign now, it’s still waiting for you just around the corner.

You aren't alone—let your voice tremble, yet ring louder than this silence;

Hold fast to this rhythm: it burns like a neon sign above you.

Windows go dark, but signs glow like beacons in a strange port;

Every red gleam is a scar that has become a path forward.

Somewhere, someone else is counting the seconds until dawn,

And in that shared moment lies a slender thread keeping you from being lost.

Every step is a challenge, every breath a sign that you are here;

Even if the sky collapses, you won't vanish into this darkness.