I wake up with a small hope,
like sunlight slipping through the curtain.
The world feels ordinary,
but inside me, something shines.
I carry my dreams quietly,
not to impress,
not to prove,
just to remind myself
that even small steps
can lead to big skies.
And maybe that’s all Fantancy is—
a gentle belief
that tomorrow can be softer,
and I can belong to it.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 7:26 AM UTC
I wake up with a small hope,
like sunlight slipping through the curtain.
The world feels ordinary,
but inside me, something shines.
I carry my dreams quietly,
not to impress,
not to prove,
just to remind myself
that even small steps
can lead to big skies.
And maybe that’s all Fantancy is—
a gentle belief
that tomorrow can be softer,
and I can belong to it.
