Dream

In a dimly lit room, where silence hangs heavy, Lies Anastasia, bound to her bed. Her eyes shimmer like extinguished stars, Yet her hands and legs remain immobile. Memories flicker like rusted chains, When she was younger, full of life and dreams. Now she's here, powerless and alone, In her quiet prison, with no way out. Her thoughts revolve around mysteries, What led to this state of captivity? Was it an accident, illness, or betrayal? No answers, only pain and tears. Each day is a struggle, every moment precious, For though her body is confined, her soul still lives. Anastasia, bound to her bed, Fights for hope, for a better tomorrow. And perhaps someday, in a magical moment, A miracle will happen, and her hands will move again. But for now, let's sing her song, For this woman is the heroine of her own fate. And beyond the walls, in the silence and darkness, She hears laughter that pierces her heart. Who is it? Is it an illusion or reality? Anastasia doesn't know, but fear envelops her. Thus the story continues, in darkness and hope, Anastasia, a prisoner of her destiny, Fighting for life, for freedom, for light. And the laughter beyond the walls remains her enigmatic companion. [solo nostalgia] And beyond the walls, in the silence and darkness, She hears laughter that pierces her heart. Who is it? Is it an illusion or reality? Anastasia doesn't know, but fear envelops her. Thus the story continues, in darkness and hope, Anastasia, a prisoner of her destiny, Fighting for life, for freedom, for light. And the laughter beyond the walls remains her enigmatic companion.