"Something is born, something dies in an endless circle we dance and dance, All things come in their time something is born something dies, We dance around the wheele of life We cast the lots we take our chance." In the begining Timril only felt fear but now as time passed he neither struggled against his bonds nor screamed out in furry into the stone which encircled him. Nothing mattered now, not his life anyway, he had been condemed to death. As he sat he tried to think of dying and only that but the one thing kept reacurring in his mind, a georgeous brunette, her green eyes shone with all the light that he could not see now. He felt her soft hands carressing over his unshaved face searching for an answer, her breath whispered of innocent things he could no longer hear. Her smile, something he no longered remembered. He slept, in his dreams this face haunted him and cried, oh how the tears sting, he thought and realized that he was awake and that someone was beating him slashing his back with a whip. All he could do was hold onto that face far off in the distance.
You can only condem yourself to death no one else can do that. Give up on life and love and you give up on ever being happy again. The worst part of the world is reality, when that hits the entire sky falls down at your feet, but once you get past the worst it can only get better. Yes the world can be a decent place again, yet first you must take care of yourself and what makes you feel alive again. Just like Timril and his vision of the girl was keeping him alive, you as your own person has to find a vision, that meaning to what this is all about, to help us end our journey in happiness. The power needed to change your destiny lies inside, and taking matters into your own hands, forcing the change helps it happen. Only you know what makes you happy, so when the opportunity shows up at your feet snatch it, don't let go.