he looks aimlessly into the fog. There's nothing there truly but he still fixates on it's emptiness. "I know this is a sign of hollow ambition. The empty sky is just proof of this. Shall I turn back because of it. I mean there it lingers the harsh concainence of the world. I shouldn't abide by their ideals for I have my own and I know my truth. I earned my ideals through my mother though she is a folk teller I know her words to be truth. She tells me about the monsters that lurk if you eat sour candy before bed it was scary to Imagine. I hear of the Galibuss he is a fuzzy guy with lnky torn limbs he is said to be passive till you look at its feet. I promise to everyone that I saw him but they'll never believe me for my mother is a folk teller not a truth teller.