Dark hallways coming to life
With the pulse of orange lights
The journey is not just heaven
But the descent into the underworld
Where shadows thrive
Their specialty is to hide
To be the ones that are never acknowledged
But the veil is lifting
The shadows hold pieces of light
Fragments created by the universe
To experience what it’s like
To be lost
To live in a reality of distortion
Where doors exist
Carrying scenes of betrayal
And wounds of regret
There is a child waiting
In the darkest corridor
Unmarked by illusions
Waiting to be seen
The descent into the dark
Is not just a journey
But an alchemical process
Birthed by raw truth
As you stare into the eyes of the beast
This is enough to dissolve
The chains of limitations
The spirals of guilt
That rode beside you
When the veil existed
