A single ray of hope like a golden glimmer over an impossibly dark horizon. To sink into the oblivion is never an option, thus clutching to that slim chance of change is the only source of hope. Fixation is as much solace as is it a necessity, until all that one can see is the dazzling traces of hope rather than the full shape of reality that takes form as a whole. There is beauty in it all, should one aim to witness and accept them.