BLACK SWAN

She dances.
Even when her feet bleed.

She smiles.
Even when there's no one watching.

She hears clapping.
Even in the silence.

No one gave her a name.
No one remembers when she began.

But the music doesn't stop.
And neither does she.

Because if she stops dancing-

She might stop existing.

This isn't a performance.
This is a possession.

The stage is cracked.
The mirrors lie.
The audience is gone.

And yet,

the Black Swan keeps dancing.

But for how long?
What's going to happen... when the music finally stops?