Nine of Blades
The point of no return. The straw that breaks the camel’s back. The dark night of the soul.
What is it like to hit the proverbial wall? How do you know when you are truly on your last nerve, when you are out of options? What is it that haunts you in the night, stalks your sleep and your dreams, leaving you awake and alone in the blackness?
When there is nothing left for you, what do you reach for? When there is no one listening, what do you say? When there seems to be no god, to whom do you cry out?