The walls of a reality built to safeguard you from yourself. The fear of freedom of thought keeps you inert in the face of a life in which you cannot take charge and be the architect of your destiny. Magic does not exist. Everything is given accordingly, everything is flat and boring until something kisses your cheek and you can no longer ignore what stands before you and engages you.
Chains are now part of the past, of an old change of clothes, of a reptilian skin that held you glued to the ground. Today you fly deep skies, today your truth leaves you silent.
