"I hear them…" "Whispers in the dark…" "Calling me… pulling me under…" “But I will not break.” The sand shifts beneath me, The stars are cold and far. Left behind, cast away, A world so vast, yet I don’t belong. My hands reach for warmth, But the wind is sharp with fear. They see a monster’s shadow, Not the heart that beats inside. "I will not bow to fate." "I will not be a curse!" "Fangs in the dark, but I will not strike!" "Chains in my blood, but I will not break!" "This world was never meant for me—" "But I will carve my name in stone!" I dream of silk and laughter, Not cold stone and dust. A dress that flows like water, Not scales that weigh me down. The moon calls my name, Not the shadows where I hide. But I need a hand to reach for— Someone to pull me into the light. "But they still fear me—" "They push me back!" "A beast, a curse—" "ENOUGH!" The fangs strike— chains snap—flames rise! A monster’s wrath or a soul breaking free?! "Can I find my treasure in this world?"