Knowledge is Power, Ignorance is Bliss

In a brief moment of respite, he stopped to look back upon the path that had taken him three years to traverse.  He strained his eyes, but still it proved difficult to see through the forest of the great crossroad that had transfigured his life forever.  Fleeting shadows scattered upon the other paths that led away from his own.  "I loved you once," he murmured before returning to the road.  It was impossible to turn back now, for it was already dusk.  And as he walked into the sunset, a gentle breeze rustled through the woods and whispered back, "The truth is, you were always loved, and you always have."

In the urban metropolis off in the distance, the windows of the buildings revealed the souls of its denizens within.  Nobody looked out at the world, and instead turned away, in search of the answer that once filled them with purpose in a different time.