Don't forget your soul is your inner light. Don't hide the light that's inside of you. There's so much of what's deep inside, and you're hiding it all, a magnificent, silent secret braced behind the wall. You fear the shadow it creates, the vastness you command, keeping the raw truth buried deep within the shifting sand. You’re counting down the moments, clinging to the fading chime, don't wait for the clock to strike nine—a fool measuring time, before you choose to let this strange power grow. Let that inner light show, a forbidden, spectral gleam, an unnerving pulse of reality within the sleeping dream. Beam it bright until the edges of the dark begin to crack, for the things you fear to face are the ones that can’t be taken back. You seal the door and turn the key on the most dangerous part of you, the instinct, the hunger, the things you know are profoundly true. This is not a gentle warmth; it's a terrifying, primal heat, and the facade you wear to please is bitter and incomplete. You’re counting down the moments, clinging to the fading chime, don't wait for the clock to strike nine—a fool measuring time, before you choose to let this strange power grow. Let that inner light show, a forbidden, spectral gleam, an unnerving pulse of reality within the sleeping dream. Beam it bright until the edges of the dark begin to crack, for the things you fear to face are the ones that can’t be taken back. The deep gulf of what you are is waiting to consume the lie, It doesn't seek salvation—it needs you to let the old self die. Embrace the darkness it illuminates, the truth it holds supreme, and stop running from the echo of your own terrible, bright dream. Let it show... Don't hide... Beam it bright. The clock is ticking... and the light is due.
