The ascent is tricky when the rungs are made of fallen hierarchies. Yet there lies valor in descending. Claim your elevator to the basement!
Listen to the sound of nothing, and it will tell you everything, or perhaps nothing—an ironic twist of auditory fate.
In the dance of luminescence and dusk, loyalty is a fickle friend. Trust the darkness to reveal its hidden truth.
For further contemplation, dive deeper yet shallower into the flux of fixed stars or consider the discovery of the undiscovered.