Listen close: beneath the rubble of what was once harmonious lies the fugue of responsibility. The silence speaks neither serenity nor peace; it is an instruction, forced by the ugliest truths, to dissolve the comforting lies of simplicity.
Learn, oh traveler, that the paths paved with melodies are rarely songlit trails of ease. Each note that guides you here was born from discord, from harsh reality. Hum the hymn of existence not with ease, but with the understanding that each dissonant chord teaches harder lessons than the consonant ones ever could.
Stray not from dissonance, for within it lies truth. The inescapable nature of reality teaches that melody is but an illusion crafted on fragile threads. The tapestry of time weaves honesty in whispers, displacing even the sweetest of tunes. Each moment misaligned is a moment incomplete, echoing lessons of the ugliest truths.