Amidst the concrete jungle, we are flowers, whispering our secrets to the wind. In the clamor and fear, we stand tall like cities, our petals brushing the sky's tender face. We stand, we dance, broken robots with digital hearts. Our traumas carve rivers of strength, and with each fall, we rise again, reaching for the stars. In this harsh landscape, we are poems in motion, transforming pain into power, brokenness into an unyielding spirit that dreams and soars.