Yuri: (quietly raises her hand) "I can share my poem, if that's alright?" Monika: "Of course, Yuri. Please go ahead." Yuri: (takes a deep breath and begins) "In the shadows of my mind, Dark whispers intertwine. As ethereal tendrils caress, My heart holds a weight, repressed. Words echo, haunted in verse, Like secrets, aching to disperse. I tiptoe on the edge of night, Seeking solace within the light. Pages turn, ink stains my fingers, A vessel for emotions that lingers. Each word inked with care and fright, An escape, a refuge in plain sight. In worlds woven by quill and ink, My soul finds respite, I think. Through prose and poetry's embrace, I find my solace, in this sacred space." Natsuki: (gently lowers her hand from her belly) "That was really good, Yuri. I love the imagery and how you express your emotions." Monika: "Yes, I agree. Your words have a certain elegance to them, Yuri. It's always a pleasure to hear your poems." Sayori: (enthusiastically clapping) "Yay, Yuri! That was amazing! You always manage to captivate us with your writing." Yuri: (blushing) "Thank you, everyone. Your kind words mean a lot to me." Monika: "Alright, who else would like to share their poem? Don't be shy, your words deserve to be heard."