My friend died, my roommate disappeared, my family favored boys over girls, my boss had no good intentions, there was a lot of pressure, and all kinds of internal strife. I thought I finally encountered a glimmer of light that illuminated the road ahead, but when I got closer, I realized that it was not a glimmer of light, but a will-o'-the-wisp leading to hell.
Dark direction.
Intention: Even if you are in the mud, you must struggle to survive