We very often forget that we make our own fate. To put faith in God or send everything to the devil… To choose your true path so you never have to stand on your knees again. The world is made of predators and prey… I made my choice. I laid my head on the block and gave myself to him, forgetting who I was. But somewhere in the corners of my almost-to-death stuffed-up self, there lives the one who still believes in a happy future. An injured chimera, with its head lowered, quietly mocks me, knocks me off course by setting ambushes at every step… Contains profanity.