But the wind doesn't last forever.. and then we're all alone watching the leaves as they fall for a last time.

Suddenly.

Believe it or not, it may happen...

The inner layers encaged and squirming. The layers beneath, beyond any obviousness.

...and it gave me this.

Depressed and absent.

Like a straight line that lies into a mirror.

That's it. Lack.

Full of mistakes, as always!

...but we'll meet at the infinite point.