The path, it’s narrow, fragile, obstructed with the roots of nature, leading humanity onwards. The air around this path makes me cold, and I can’t see very well. Onwards towards the path of human salvation. The misty air lays droplets on the weeds around and the smell of dew awakens a breath inside of me. Onwards on the path. The human existence exists because of this narrow, fragile and obstructe...
