The Light Under My Skin | VEO 3.1 + SUNO AI Music Video

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The night used to be a place where we disappeared, where the shadows claimed us the moment the sun went down. But that was before we learned to carry the light inside us under our skin. It started as a way to make ourselves beautiful, a shift from painting on top of our skin to letting a glow shine from underneath it. We became living lanterns, walking through the world with soft, golden patterns drifting across our arms and chests, changing with the rhythm of our days. We didn't just walk through the dark anymore; we pushed it back with every step. This new light became a language deeper than words. In the past, you could hide a feeling behind a smile, but the light within doesn't know how to lie. When we fall in love, a soft, rose-colored warmth blooms from our chests, visible to anyone close enough to see it. When anger flares, it sparks in sharp, quick flashes along the hands, a warning signal that speaks before a voice is raised. We learned to read each other in a whole new way, seeing the truth of someone's heart shimmering right on the surface of their skin. Life became effortlessly magical in practical ways, too. There is no longer a need to fumble for keys or search for a flashlight when the power goes out. A simple wave of a hand casts enough light to read a book or find a path through a dark room. We open doors just by touching them, the light under our fingertips acting like a secret key that the world recognizes. We are never truly lost, because our bodies can summon a map that traces itself in glowing lines along a forearm, guiding us home like a personal constellation. The most beautiful part is that this radiance belongs to us completely. It isn't a machine we wear; it is part of our life force. As long as our hearts beat and our breath flows, the light remains. It wakes up when we do, glowing bright and energetic during the morning run, and dimming to a gentle, comforting ember when we curl up to sleep. It feeds on our own warmth, a reminder that we are alive, turning our energy into something the whole world can see. Eventually, the cities changed to match us. Streetlamps were turned off, no longer needed in a world where the crowds flowed like rivers of stars. To look down at a busy street from a high window is to see a sea of moving colors, a drifting tide of people who have become their own sources of brilliance. We stopped being afraid of the dark because we realized we could never truly be in it again. We are the ones who light the way, shining from the inside out.