In a night where the line between dream and waking fades,
a girl breathes softly on a black-and-white bed
the checkered world beneath her fingers
reflecting her quiet inner battles.
A raven rests on her chest, guarding its hidden secrets,
while the fox keeps silent watch
over a sleep that refuses to break.
Hands rise from the shadows to move the chess pieces,
rewriting fate in her peaceful slumber
with every gentle shift of queen and pawn.
And the moon
hung in a sky of mist and starlight
is the lone witness to this fragile game
between light and darkness,
life and death,
dream and truth.
basileus
