“Emerging from the mud yet remaining unstained, washed by clear waters yet never becoming gaudy. But without filth, where would dust even cling...?
A million different languages are nothing more than tools for expressing emotion, indulging in the decay of memory and the revelry of exclusion.
The layers of scheming never cease, because that day happened to be sunny, and so a few more stars appeared that night...
Theme: Believe in yourself rather than hope.
