Ambivalence. Being in two worlds at the same time. The edge of a cliff separating the inside from the outside. Looking around the corner of a dark room, not feeling the cold marble of the floor to the touch, going forward either for what you want to find, or from the voices of creatures and objects that promise a lot. Giving all your blood, painting the walls burgundy, breathing in the air as hard as if you had asthma. But in the end, only the path determines your essence.