The labyrinth’s end was a shoal of memories. The newly risen crescent moon murmured, and clear ripples knocked the beach awake into a soft rustle. The sound of the tide rose and fell gently, yet the waves in my heart were like pages in a book blown into disarray by the wind. A glowing butterfly settled over my eyes, and the world fell suddenly silent. Perhaps the truth is not beautiful, but it is time to choose.
— Lux’s Diary, Day 52 · Still Night, Loud Mind
avoiding choices, closing off the heart, balance, caught in a dilemma, stalemate confrontation, cold war, hesitation, maintaining the status quo
making a choice, facing reality, breaking the stalemate, seeing the truth clearly
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