What am I scared of—you dare to ask where are we going, battered in a mask and having so much fear, anxiety steering, how am I to handle such a feeling?

Maybe through support—I dare to say, shared at our best, lest we go astray. It's solidarity against swordplay.

But how do we know? Why don't I feel aglow yet I fight with my foe?

That, I confess, I do not understand lost like shifting grains of sand face to face with the very end.

Though it is a mystery, and on struggle stands our history the best I can do is offer my support to you.

15 September 2026

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