The hero's path flees from the jaws of the dragons of regret and apathy and depression.
There comes a point where there is nothing to do but progress - burning the flame called 'forth' aloft.
The unseen cuts in both directions - invisibly imaging a glorious future and a dismal decay.
The hero rides on the razor's edge of decision, bound for the point towards which the blade's tip is directed.
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