Tell me - is there anything scarier than not knowing? Uncertain of what tomorrow brings, and how things will end... The echoing noise is threatening, but the silence in between is where our deepest fear lies.
Is resistance a bold act, or merely a poetic one? And if we were to escape, what does that make us? A frightened sheep, or a ninja?
At times like this, we may have no choice but to slowly retreat - yet never to surrender. Somewhere at the end of this multipath tunnel is a land filled with silver streams and glittered sky.
Have you learned to befriend your instinct, so as to trust your fate in it?