When I look back at my past, its broken echoes try to chain my feet. When I look toward the future, it drifts like a dark cloud — a horizon swallowed by mist. And when I face the present, it feels like a room where even shadows have lost their shape. But somewhere beyond heaven, a faint light waits — and it enters this darkness through the strength of your will. The chains that bind you are nothing more than the shape of fate. So to walk free, forgive the wounds behind you, give your breath and blood to the moment you hold now… and slowly, quietly, the mist will begin to fade. By zikitaro_