In shadows born from fractured dreamsWhere silence hums and sorrow teemsThey rise shaped by despairs decreePuppets bound devoid of pleaStrings of anguish whispers tightGuided hands through endless nightNo will to stand no voice to breakOnly echoes of choices they forsakeThey weave a web with brittle threadFor wandering souls who dare to treadWho see the lies yet lack the graceTo hold their ground to claim their placeEntangled steps a fragile waltzTheir footing slips their