her delicate threads stretch through the ages, covering every action, word, and thought with a web of invisible connections. every step, every decision, leaves a trace along the path. she allows fate to weave its threads, ensnaring everyone without exception. she does not forgive thoughtlessness and does not forget offenses.

she returns like a shadow to atone for all transgressions. she is like an invisible hand that leads us through the labyrinths of our existence. in her depths are hidden the answers to all the questions we ask ourselves in the silence of our own thoughts.

every action has its price, and we are free to choose what price we are willing to pay. but the main question is, are we ready to feel the cold breath of karma at our ear when it slowly tears open our belly?