I remember the nights when the world went silent, when every scar had a story to tell. I carried the weight of every battle, every mistake, every goodbye, every farewell. They thought the fire would consume me, they thought the darkness was my end. But even in the coldest ashes, something inside refused to bend. I walked through shadows with a broken heart, pieces of myself scattered in the dark. Every step was a war, every breath was a test, trying to find the strength buried under my chest. I lost people, I lost time, I lost my way, fighting battles I never wanted to face. The old me disappeared somewhere in the pain, but the storm couldn't wash away my name. I learned from the silence, I learned from the scars, I learned that survival can take you too far. When you're trapped in a fight that nobody sees, the hardest enemy is the one you meet. Before the sunrise breaks the night, before the world can see the light, there's a moment between the end and start, where you rebuild a shattered heart. From the ashes before dawn, I rise again, not the same person I was back then. Every wound, every loss, every scar I carry, became the strength that helped me survive. The past can call, but I won't return, I learned my lessons, I felt the burn. This is the final step before I move on, this is the moment before the new me is born. I spent years fighting ghosts from yesterday, trying to erase what refused to fade. But every memory shaped who I became, every storm added fuel to the flame. I don't need revenge to prove I'm alive, I don't need enemies to know I survived. The battle changed me, but it didn't win, because the real victory was found within. I stand at the edge of everything I knew, watching old chapters disappear from view. The road ahead is unknown and wide, but for the first time, I don't run, I decide. The war is almost over. The scars remain. The memories remain. But tomorrow belongs to the one who rises. I remember the nights..
