The friendly atmosphere is always boundless with
the fresh air, but a miss of the grip could turn the
plate upside down.
Unlike the cheery impressions by the corridoor, the
corners full of cobwebs are always active. The creatures
may engender blossoms for a while but the mood
blows its breeze earlier.
Such unwanted battles from/of within that evoke
eruptions maybe misunderstood to the hiding,
although quite silly to a wise man.
Ideas about riding the beast only unleashes doom
that devours the remnants later.