Sometimes there are hours in a day where effervescence becomes ephemeral. It exchanges felicity with bittersweet melodies that overshadow the mind. Something inside the cage thuds and screams, wanting to evade the demons from within. It bangs the white walls and tries to climb the perpetual ladder, yearning to get out but only wasting its strength instead. It claims that only a selfish soul would confine it to the cerise vines, not knowing that altruism cannot exist alone. It continues its beating, provoking the provisional palpitation to instigate a calamity and to seek solace at nighttide. Dawn brings laughter into the forsaken atmosphere. Pseudonyms were once exchanged between two lost souls, but incognito no longer disguises their fates. They soon depart from each other and walk in the opposite direction: one goes to the right where nothing is left and the other goes to the left where nothing is right. Distance only tears one ghost apart while the other dwells alone in oblivion. Heartbeats quicken not in anticipation but in fear—what one soul has wanted now only brings it nightmares in the morning. It evacuates the air castle at three o’clock and tears apart the argent veins, finding the freedom it has sought. Sorrow and remorse do not fill the footprints left behind; only desolation does.