“I have wandered for years in the heart of the forest; I slept at the foot of the mountain to dream of you. The nymphs whispered the secrets of the world into my ear, and now I dance for Pan. In the concrete trenches, I lost more than I was looking for. I grew wild and shut the windows of my heart. With my own hands, I built the prisons that, with my own blessing, enslaved me. A tormentor of my very own life. I sought a better self by strangling the one I had inside me. Risk and sacrifice are inevitable for those who seek freedom. And in the midst of the struggle, I came to hate not only myself but the whole world. Now I dip my feet in the water and gaze at my reflection. When the surface calms from the breath of the wind, I discern once more who I once was.”