How quickly the tide turns.

Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.

The slow death. Unforeseen, unforgiving.

Fear and frailty finally claim their due.

Frustration and fury. More destructive than a hundred cannons.

More blood soaks the soil, feeding the evil therein.

This is no place for the weak or foolhardy.

More dust, more ashes, more disappointment.

Annihilated.

Destroyed.

Mind that such missteps are the exception, and not the rule.

The mind cannot hope to withstand such an assault.

Madness, our old friend.