There were three days of falling, a day of silence, and a despair that dared to be called a lifetime. Anguish was a sin, and doubt was the loss of the value of existence... Occasionally, the thought of the days when he moved without thinking crossed his mind. Familiarity is the proof of safety, and immutability is the foundation of all things... Eventually, salvation is merely the sublimation of familiarity, and no true form exists. The words of a close child that he used to let in one ear and out the other came to mind. Right... you were right. Those who lived faithfully, those who were awake, those who loved, those who longed for freedom... in the end, none were saved. I thought I would be different... but it seems I have stayed awake through too many long nights to be designated an exception. Standing blankly amidst useless contemplations, he stared intently at someone he happened to bump into. They'll forget soon anyway...