Wispers of resilience, a journey through depression. In the shadowed depths where silence rains and wispers echo through the pain, their lies are sole battered and worn in the heart of a temptus, fall on. A silent storm a relentless tide, where darkness and light fiercely collide, in the labyrinth of despair's domain, where hope seems lost and faith wanes. Yet in the midst of the darkest night, their flickers spark a guiding light, a beacon of courage shining bright, a whisper promise of dawn's first light. For within the depths, strength resides, a resilient spirit that bravely strides through valleys low and mountains high, in the quest of peace beneath the sky. Though clouds may gather obscuring sight and shadows dance in the fading light, the sun still rises casting its glow on a heart that learns to thrive and grow. So rise, O weary soul, rise and stand for you hold the power in your hand. To conquer the shadows, break free from the chains and embrace the light that forever remains. For in the depth of your despair lies the seed of hope waiting there to blossom and bloom to rise on you in the radiant dawn that awaits you.