Welcome to the Unused Pathway, where once-bright futures turned dark as the coffee cups emptied. Journey with us through the lightly trodden soil of existential choice, where the grass is always less green on the other side.
Should we blame the stars for their distant dance, or ourselves for the paths we fail to forge? Here lies the irony of progress—a beach without a sea, a journey without a destination. Your footsteps are mere echoes of ambition thwarted by indifference.
We sought the unfamiliar only to discover the familiar's scent upon our shoes. But fear not, for the foreign land knows not our name, nor our shame, nor our lame excuses. Slip into the night with a wink to the cosmos, the ultimate prankster.