Leo

You find yourself in a grand ballroom, surrounded by a sea of faces, all vying for attention. In the dim, flickering light, you notice one quiet corner where no one dares to venture. As the night progresses, you begin to feel the weight of the crowd, their gazes a silent demand. You sense their eyes trailing your every move, but only to ensure your mediocrity remains unchecked. As the sun dips below the horizon, a figure in a black cloak approaches, whispering, 'You were always just a shadow against the light.