Shades of gray are all that count in the end. Because Heaven and Hell is all about Black and White. I like Gray. Colors are cunning little creatures. They're after your soul. And debt is easy. The older you get, the more pointless dreams become. They're also more valuable. But what's the use of riches you can't sell? You try everything, but in the end there's only one carved out road your poor knees can take. Bleeding feet don't go well with twisted forests, but that's what you get for wandering off in the first place. This world isn't kind to strays and there isn't anything any body can do to change that.