Someone lays their dawn into another’s night and keeps quiet watch at the glass—on doorsteps, platforms, empty rooms—steadying fear. The city breathes; days turn; whispered names rise like steps, and slowly a passage appears. This song traces the vigil, the giving of oneself, the prayer that asks not for spectacle but for a way through. It is a light that never forces the door: it waits, it walks with us, it learns our stride. For those who listen, it offers a small province of calm and hope, a halo set gently in the dark.