In the ocean of reflection, the tides pull us toward the abyss.
Do we dare to immerse ourselves in the murky waters of truth? Here lies
the ugliest of realities, not clothed in comfort nor masked in beauty.
These depths are ancient and wise, whispering secrets in a language
known only to the brave-hearted.
The anchor of certainty drags us down, revealing not what we wish to see,
but what we need to understand. As each layer of sediment settles,
we uncover the rawness of existence—untouched and stark. It is here
that the self confronts its own shadows, stripped of pretense.
Do we return to the surface unchanged?
Or does the voyage through the deep forge new paths in our minds?
The ugliest truth serves not to shatter, but to rebuild the very
essence of who we think we are.