In the heart of misty nights, there lived a girl with a hidden light inside her chest. Her name was Razna she didn’t smile, didn’t cry she simply glowed. When she was alone, luminous roots would quietly bloom from her heart, and silent white butterflies danced around her.
They said her secret was so pure that even darkness feared it And perhaps that’s why the world never fully fell into night Because as long as Razna breathed, a nameless light shone through the quietest moments of the dark