Mysteries of Midnight

Sometimes I wonder if the night truly belongs to us or if it's just a borrowed time filled with unseen stories.
The quiet, the darkness—it all feels like a secret waiting to be uncovered.
I spend my late nights scrolling through memes and secretly hoping for a sign of something more.
Life is repetitive but full of tiny surprises that keep me hanging on.
Perhaps tomorrow will bring something new, or maybe I’ll just dream again in this endless twilight.