Distances return, they forecast an end, but what regenerates through our memories song. Definitive disciplines of sculpted experience, each movement casts a shadow, a teacher, that changes the trajectory of evolutions path. Belief will shatter to remake the world. If we do not wander from our lines we will never encompass what we left behind, what we have yet to find. What we fail to see, as our teacher is living in our wake. In this map are many paths, many shadows, many who reach into the void, to leave a sign, a direction of a course yet to be taken.
– Josh Fleming