"Humanity. A gallery of beings facing a million demons, fated to leave our exhibits behind. Forced through canyons of suffering for brief stays in lush fields- every living thing a limb, every soul a Sisyphean muscle rolling boulders up hills to happiness; but happiness is not a destination, and sadness, not a departure point. It is crafted from the fallout of turmoil, from the debris of dead memories, within the charred remains of our puzzlements- a fierce battle to acquire a fleeting state that is fought every single day. We are all on the same journey together, sifting through artifacts of the human condition, crafting relics of ourselves and carrying them like gold close to our hearts. But what is the point of leaving anything when it is all to be decimated eventually?