Inner voice

By Breeze on August 20, 2026

When my hands were empty and the room was still, I found companions in the glow of the screen. A dragon in flight, a warrior’s quiet will, A toy’s fierce loyalty and a racer’s chased dream.

Inner voice  When my hands were empty and the room was still, I found companions in the glow of the screen. A dragon in flight, a warrior’s quiet will, A toy’s fierce loyalty and a racer’s chased dream. They found me in my solitude and whispered to my soul, There is a journey waiting. There is somewhere you must go. They were never just drawings; they were mirrors to my spirit. Speaking in the gentle cadence of my own inner voice, They searched the quiet depths of who I truly am. They carry the purest of feelings, untouched by the world Vessels of unyielding hope, fierce sparks of positivity. And the music, oh, the music is beyond mere emotion. Symphonies that rise and swell until goosebumps line my skin, Scoring the silent battles and the triumphs held within. This is why I write. This is the fire in my chest. I want to breathe life into beings that are eternal. Characters that outlast the turning of seasons and the fading of years. I want to craft souls born of imagination. So that whenever the world grows cold or dark, People will remember them. They will remember them for their radiant humanity. They will remember them for the light and hope they bring. And when they look at the characters I leave behind, I pray that, just like me, they will finally find themselves. - Breeze