In shadows vast where echoes dwell, A silent specter casts its spell. Depression, a whispered shroud unshared, To me, like colors unrevealed, unmarred. In hues unseen, it softly hides, Missing vibrancy, where darkness bides. A world untouched by vibrant light, A sunless dawn, an endless night. Yet in this void, a fragile seed, Hope's tender bud, a whispered plea. In the quiet, seek the rain, To paint with light what shadows feign.