The ability to make the truest chaos remains in one’s ability to imagine. One shouldn’t worry too much if one’s head had been pampered with a life-time of harsh training we called life. The bitter part of it, is to repeat the creation of chaos, undisturbed from the beauty of its surrounding. Then it’ll slowly pouring down becoming reality one couldn’t escape. It’ll drop the darkest shadow upon men, engulfing one’s world with nothing but anguish and despair. Eventually secluded a soul from the rest beyond help. The perfect horror for one’s life to end.