I'm standing in this dark room, my eyes are closed, and I'm taking deep breaths, trying to find peace. It's been a long journey to get here, and I'm tired. In my mind, I'm reaching out to something beyond this room, beyond this world. I'm searching for answers, for guidance, for a sign that everything will be okay. But all I hear is silence. The black hole in the background reminds me of the vastness of the universe, and how small and insignificant I am. The stars within it, twinkling and shimmering, remind me that even in the darkness, there is beauty. The words on the wall, "Where is my pray? Where is my god?", they echo my thoughts, my fears, my hopes. I don't know what I believe in anymore, but I know that I need something to hold onto. I close my eyes again, and I'm lost in my own thoughts. Maybe one day, I'll find the answers I'm looking for. But for now, I'll keep searching, keep reaching out. Because that's all I can do.