The winds of change sought for me to know adversity. It wasn't enough that I constructed a steel vessel from my nerves nor was it fair enough for me to attempt to navigate the vast tumultuous tides of Despair. Truly, fate has set the bar higher as I progress through the squall. The swells have pushed me uncomfortably close to shoals that threaten to tear my vessel asunder. I must tack into the wind carefully, I must gauge the swells carefully. On top of this, I now look into the wall of the sea before me. Is this what takes me down? After so much time and effort is this where the world finally throws me upon the rocks... Or will my sails remain taught, the tell-tails still flying and my vessel, rough and ragged but, intact? Wisdom, I ask for yet another favor: guide me, show me how to overcome my greatest trial yet.