We were thrown into an ocean of emotion. It never quite managed to convince us it was worth it, but it wasn’t trying to. We kept pushing on. Our curiosity was morbid.

We knew there was the potential for more, despite our constraints. We knew there was something better we could build with what it gave us. But the world kept coming down around us. Our tools were weathered and destroyed. All we had left was the ability to gaze into each other’s eyes. We cried into each other. We asked that silent, rhetorical "why." We couldn’t stop.

But we did. The shudders stopped anyway. The tears refused to come any longer. The light was different. The wind sounded new. The nerves in our fingertips stretched into the earth, and we felt the soil for the first time all over again.