This is not a story about getting lost. It's about letting go of what's been lost and finding your true self on the other side. Had I known today was the day of my departure, I wish I had been more of a connoisseur of life. At some point, my story started and I was just swept along. Someone took something precious from me, and something was irrevocably broken. I cross the bridge, pushed forward by another's hand. The bridgekeeper is the only one who watches me in silence. Without an umbrella, just as I am, to find out who I am, I stand at the entrance to another world. What awaits me beyond this? The source of life, or a return to the inorganic. A place of bloodshed and sacrifice, a place of unreason. I must let everyone know that this is the rift of division and connection. Courage lies within fear.