The Archer

"We are all on a battlefield for life. We fight to survive."

Inside your margin, if it's not tranquility, then it is always that bloodstained warfare. No gunshots nor airships will come closer when sirens came ashore to lure you down into the ocean floor; entangle you underneath so you can't breathe, and eventually perish after sulking in the deeper chamber. Some live to survive. Some live to die. Voluntarily dying is sometimes scouring for a Shangri-la. Living denotes another stage to combat. As we formed in the womb, we're doomed-chained to defy those terrors in the ring of the throne.

It is how the anecdote of Lilian Jade Warrens began. She feels like she was being clamped all her life in a garret. She believes that everyone declines liberation for her and she's nowhere to go so she finds her very-own consolation. As she's living in her comfort zone with disturbance, she cares less since it's the kind of airlock that serves her to respire. However, it still doesn't make sense since her consolation isn't called home to many. It may pull a trigger towards her chest or make her feel alive through despair. Either of the two, she's still shutting herself away from the world.