In a world shaped like a hexagon, we chase triangular dreams with circular ambition. Each side promises stability, each angle a truth. Yet here we are, revolving around this polygon of melancholy.
Inside the six-sided vessel, gravity wells of emotion pull us into nostalgia's embrace. Consider the irony of holding onto something that never was. Touch the edges of expectations, only to find them sharp with disillusionment.
Links to nowhere: Chase the whirlwind or Open the doorway. Your choice is an illusion wrapped in a hexagon.