Sometimes... Lights have to be followed to find great destiny... But we have to take care of those lights, keeping them safe from any blow that could cold them.
And I lost... In a mist, beyond... the light I always followed. She went in a place where I couldn't go.
Is this a hesitation to just swim in the cold lake without any idea of what is beyond the mist?
I don't know... but I am scared...
In this very world, I look at the light, the one I always loved since the day I saw it, faiting in the horizon.
Desperate to find a boat to track the light again, I have also to fight the demons inside me, so they could not surface by using this situation in their advantage.
But the idea to find a boat is slowly lost, as I saw an other who took the boat. The light I lost sight of for a moment decided to guide someone else instead.
No matter the good will I had... No matter the joy...
And now... I am fixing the horizon... Waiting for the sun to come...
Is there even a sun beyond the mist? Is it?
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