
Although misleadingly beautiful and welcoming from afar, its fortification remains a secretly shrouded prison. The base exudes a familiar warmth, a picture of grace and sovereignty, like a marvelous dream furnishing eternal hope. In the cold light of reality, its tainted exterior thrives malevolently from the swallowed hopes and dreams of primordial casualties. At the world’s end; much like the anciently drafted one-dimensional maps of old, the threshold of life is halted abruptly at the verge of perdition, and my path feels less than futile.