When the sunlight escapes your eyes, your sadness branches out from the root of your suppressed thoughts. All of a sudden the tears that could not be seen in the light become apparent as the stream patterns are illuminated by the shadows. For some odd reason there is no fight left in you. You drop your sword, toss aside your shield, and stand naked without armor. The night is avid for a taste of your bad blood. Your body is drained of the distractions you so meticulously crafted and the worst thoughts are left swimming in your brain. You need not find a mirror because you already have the imprint of your imperfection embedded in your conscious. You have nothing but the truth. Within moments you realize that nothing within you, or this world, is as pretty as you convinced yourself it was.