Your Name Written on a White Stone

The door closes. The noise of the day finally stops.

And in that sudden quiet, a cold fear rises: what if I wake up tomorrow and no one calls my name? What if I have become invisible to the world?

The light does not panic when the room goes dark. It knows that your worth was never tied to being seen by others.

There is a name written on a white stone that belongs only to you and God—a secret identity the world cannot touch and the morning cannot erase. You are known so deeply that forgetting is impossible.

The terror says you might vanish. The truth says you are already held.

Tomorrow does not need to prove you exist; the light inside you already knows who you are.