"Change: a furnace burning everything ⢠The stormlight shifting prisms in between waking and dreaming ⢠Wondering and scheming ⢠Turning in bedsheets endless, restless, relentless ⢠And sweat and breath and death and nothing ⢠Before this there was nothing" "Is this true? Is that right? Is there a way into the light? ⢠Is there a world beyond the world where the pain can be defied? ⢠Proof, I need fact-stand aside! I think the odds are stacked ⢠What for? What for? Thatâs enough."