Welcome to where there will be no fallacies of perfected composure. This here is the mental eclipse of a light once extinguished, to be re-distinguished. Nothing and nobody will ever stop me from rising again, not even me. That's right. I'm a phoenix in my rise and you'll be damned if you keep your eyes on the ground, only seeing a little too late after, the fiery blaze left in my wake when I've gone far in a meteoric flight.
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.