Each talk is opposite! Each matter is unfair! The world is upside down no matter how coherent strategy is. No wind swirled around but still flowers withered away. Is this an illusion or reality? A hope or clamity! Trying hard over and over again to gain something but owned nothing in return instead of devastating pains.

This corruption looted her peace. Leaving her in deep oceans to weep. She could not surrender her progress yet she had to. She had to leave every goal though she never wanted to. Pinching reality felt like blades. Increasing her tears and leaving scars on her face. She asked herself: , "Is this all I have struggled for?"
Why this journey has been so...