PRELUDE - In the weighty tapestry of days, where nights bear an even heavier cloak, sleep veils itself as solace, while awakening morphs into an enigma, a lurking hazard. Grant me a fleeting pause, a breath between the pendulum swings of time. Permit me to gather the remnants of what remains and weave a new creation. A creation that echoes the essence of renewal, where I, in the metamorphosis, aspire to be reborn - fresh, adventurous, capable, unshackled…