We build our walls as if our castles were under siege, offering our sight for the illusion of safety; blind kings screaming into the dark. You villify complete strangers, fists drawn, face contorted, as if they have the power to lay claim to your precious kingdom. But I tell you, dear friend, the world does not care about your plot of land. For you've neglected it the very sun it needs to flourish, with your walls that devour the sky.