A pale grey tide sweeps the streets with pity rain to wipe the deceivers clean. Canyons of gold and frost tarnished, mesmerized. Shores splintered along cliffs, gasping for breath with each crash of a wave. I walk the earth in light of discovery with my chin held high and my arms stretched out as the horizons bear me my name. Harness strength from the depths of the ocean floor. Translucent daybreak, mirrors rendering fire.