Chaos is the potential of infinite possibilities, teetering on the precipice of infinity, not knowing of constraint or restriction. Renewal springs forth as a joyful madness concealing an inner enlightenment that confounds those who gaze across the abyss, yet remain unable to glimpse the other side. For them it is foolishness and frivolity, yet for the one who dances, it is the delirium of eternity.
Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.