The door that was closed, had a sign. That three lefts, turned right. Then clueless, left clues.

On the branches of perspective, wisdom sits. Leave flutter, seasons pass, she remains unmoved. And in a momentary flash, she falls dead.

An empire without defense. A city without walls. A battalion with no armor.

I’m curious about that. I’m curious about what you think. I’m curious why that is.

The volatility continues. The external state attempts to inflict osmosis on the internal state. It is rejected. Today, you claim victory.