There’s allot of rebuilding going on, restoring. It’s hard when your whole world has been englulfed, and eventually thrown back to you.
No slow pulling on the sheets, just wham! And the sheets are whipped off, paper is torn, the curtains are drawn.
Like a maze of numbers, the juice flowing round, connecting, like blood to the heart. Restoring. Ability, belief, faith.
Is the future misaligned? Carved by these things? That nip at you? Now you’ll be able to dodge the stones.