You're nothing but a birch in the woods.
Standing against the storm.
Some of your friends will fall.
Some will fly away.
Their hearts flighty as a bird.
Can you stand?
Will you make it?
If you're too stubborn you'll snap.
The wind beckons you.
Would you follow anyone to their death?
The choice is yours.
Or is it?
Only time will tell.
How many days will you get?