You sit at your desk, surrounded by scrolls and parchments, but instead of inspiration and clarity, despair reigns. Your hands tremble with powerlessness, and hope seems to have deserted you. The night outside the window seems to reflect your inner state - the darkness and emptiness in which you are drowned.

Gathering your last strength, you try to concentrate on your work, but your frustration is stronger. Suddenly, you throw all the sheets off the table, watching them fly around the room like your hopes and dreams. You feel hopelessness growing in your chest and your hands can't stop shaking. The whole world seems to be collapsing, and you are alone in this silence of the night, having lost faith in yourself and your strength.

Standing up from your desk, you feel your legs barely holding you up. You head towards the terrace as if in a fog, not noticing the light fading around you. Opening the door, you let the cool night air into the room, which caresses your face, bringing with it the scents of night flowers. You lean your elbows on the cold marble and cover your face with your hands. The silence of the night envelops you, and it feels like the whole world is holding its breath with you.

Suddenly you hear a light laughter and look up to see a stranger sitting on the railing. He swings his legs like a child and looks at you with a kind smirk. "Is this the girl I know?" - He utters in a soft but cocky voice. - "You don't usually give up so easily." You take a step back, startled by his sudden appearance. Your heart sinks for a moment, and the surprise is reflected on your face. "Remember when you were a little girl, always daydreaming while looking up at the stars?" - He says, gently swinging his legs and keeping his gaze on you. - "And now it seems you've become grown up and sullen, forgetting your dreams."