How quaint. To walk meaningless steps down marbled floors, past metal meadows of contradictory illusions to what is real. If it were not for betrayal then the fiery glow would never be seen. But why must the light be seen? It is only a matter of time before it fades, because nothing lasts forever. A time will come when it fades, and I'll be at ease again. I fear the light until the darkness overcomes it. Every breath I take is an anticipation for a new kind of light. One that everyone at this moment would fear, except for myself. So I walk, with a cross on my back, brave, wise, and misunderstood, while the search for this strange new wonder dies with me as I blend...