Are there any whyâs left?
Against this foreign escape.
To find is not to know, but rather solidify.
We cannot know if the origin is lost, or if the source remains anonymous.
These things are naught but phantomâs embrace, the slipping of sanity⌠the fall from disgrace.
Do we perhaps accept our realityâs illusion, or do we gather the dice and prepare to roll?
Turn to the gambler within and...