Ascension and downfall always coexist.
That Path of Ascension, seemingly grand and radiant, has lured countless fools who know not the vastness of heaven and earth; yet, no one has ever reached its end.
Even if one uses all their strength to climb, abandoning everything in a bid to leap through Dragon Gate, they will only end up losing everything amid endless falls and failures.
It's as if it's a joke, spending a lifetime going round and round, struggling in vain between ascension and descent.
When they come to their senses and look at themselves in the mirror, they can no longer see their once spirited appearance.
They are completely transformed.
Since the person they once were has long perished in ceaseless struggles... what then is this remaining reflection?
One must imagine Sisyphus as happy, even though he never was.
When all hope is exhausted, in the moment that despair arrives, a lifetime of dreams and desires becomes a curse crushing all spirit and sanity.
