Dialogue Box

We were light , among the cries and whispers and sounds that remained from the walls , Time seems to have stopped, but we, with the wings of birds that just want to learn fly, We crossed our mindsand and limits , we fought, and we learned that every darkness, It wants its own light and every hope is a beacon for the darkness. We will remain "light", even if these walls are permanent. Our cries is a dialogue box to the vastness of the sky.