Ventoy Media
In the end, it's just you and the relentless hum of your own heartbeat, threading through the silence of night. Every breath a whispered secret between you and the shadows, each step a decision etched into the pavement. Destinies, they say, are carved out before the first cry pierces the somber stillness of existence. But I—bruised by battles, softened by loss—have come to learn differently.
In the raw underbelly of life's labyrinth, amidst the echoes of all that might have been, you find that the only fate you're bound to is the one sculpted by your own scarred hands. Every choice a stroke of defiance against the cold, indifferent stars. The person you become? You're the artist and the masterpiece, crafted in the dim light of yesterday's dreams, battling towards tomorrow’s hope.