There are nights when the world forgets your name. When everything around you is dark, quiet, endless. But even in the deepest blue, water still remembers how to shimmer. Hope doesn’t arrive like the sun. Sometimes it’s just a flicker. A trembling reflection. A small spark that refuses to drown. And in that darkness, you realize something The light was never out there. It was waiting inside you, for you to fight for it. Dig yourself out. Breathe again. Be the spark. When the world is dark, become your own dawn.