Lives crumble in their wake.

No. It’s not ruin—it’s a lesson. Hidden, waiting for time to unveil its meaning.

Destruction takes hold regardless.

Yes. Though even they wander blind, unable to grasp their own essence.

Do they mask it with grandeur?

They do. Grandeur mistaken for wisdom—a facade woven from raw feeling and untamed action.

Like innocence trying to navigate chaos?

Yes. But the fog won’t hold forever. They’ll face their reflection soon enough.

And what then?

A choice, etched deep into existence.

What choice do they have?

To follow paths of connection, or surrender to shadows.

Have they listened to the reflection yet?

Not yet. The answer waits, patient, in the tides of time.