An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Swirling change, a lone figure rests — a pause amidst the Muck / Eyes closed, vulnerability palpable // Seeking solace, a break from turmoil /
Dreams whisper overwhelmed emotions, shifts unfold // Conflagration, a puzzle with missing pieces / In her sleep, she grasps tranquility, a quiet rhythm amid the Wander // Distancing herself, seeking an oasis within /
Here lies rebirth, an emergence from the storm, transcending chaos into rest, ready to embrace a new dawn