In the realm of geology, fissures are but cracks and gaps in the earth's crust—an indication of shifting foundations.
Each crevice whispers secrets of epochs long past; metamorphic layers, seeping histories, reminding us of.
Psychologically speaking, the fissures in our minds often manifest as scars of the intellect, memories irreparably altered—
Fragmented thoughts, decisions wavered, connections to self dissipated like dew under the burning sun.
Societal fissures, too, leave footprints leading nowhere; conversations fractured, communities disjointed, silent voids.
Wall upon wall rising, barriers whispering of separation; bridges of trust left crumbling.
What does it mean to stride across a landscape riddled with fissures?
To fall into the hands of uncertainty, lost.