Life is a metaphor, a being wandering in the void of daily uncertainty. The past, present, and future intertwine in the doubtful quest for accomplishment and contentment.

An endless loop in a calm yet hostile environment, a desire to move forward in a world that retreats. An infinite rotation around a fleeting hope.

A reflection of this life, unbalanced by the deafening noise of silence, the void filled by all that is. - ø