Although the night of despair grows darker, hope on the horizon shan't be lost. Keep on going, such as a streaming river that smashes through rocks and keeps moving. Hope is never sane, and it never makes any sense, something must be done, anything. It is owed to the mother, it is owed to the child.
![[Dis]entanglement #596](https://media-proxy.artblocks.io/1/0xa7d8d9ef8d8ce8992df33d8b8cf4aebabd5bd270/97000596.png "[Dis]entanglement #596")
