Oh pity the nature of life; for it strives to be equal yet its equality is no way near to being of equity—to places of hell: its crimson landscapes full of holes casting molten liquid, temperature reaching unbearable living conditions, its contained souls weeping after the torture of his punishment strike them for eternity—to places of darkness, no light seeps through; only sounds to guide one’s path, one wrong step, one wrong turn, one’s life is gone—to places of desolation, no interaction: just winds that blow one’s hope into dust, grand landscapes with nothing but a dirt ground with a single path, one’s sanity does not last long, such are no place for a mortal being and such was the struggle I had to endure for my goal: to find a piece that connects a part of my reality with my love, my grace, my hope; yet, such connections are like puzzle pieces, scattered out across vast lands by the gods, into pieces, which I must collect to fulfill my goal; yet, the gods did not want me to succeed, for when united, we together had the power to overrule the gods: they isolated us, they challenged us, they might as well have killed us inside—our souls never meant to collide after their separation—I was there, the last hurdle, in my triumph, I had connected the last puzzle piece, but, calamity ensued—the world bent inwards on itself; everything was crumbling, the last image I saw; my love, my grace, my hope, was shattered into pieces again, into pieces as small as a grain of sand; so small, they ceased to exist.