That familiar dizziness is back again. An ending that never arrives. A halftime stretched into eternity. I've waited long enough for someone else to restart the game. If the game refuses to move, maybe it's the field that has to go... Now that everything has come to a halt halfway, there's nothing left worth preserving. I'd rather tear the field apart than keep waiting for a whistle that will never come. This time, I'll write the ending with my own hands.