Summary: Despite the hopeful potential buried in the heart of mankind, baser instincts—uncontrollable desires—often eclipse the noblest intentions. Was it not the great Plato who voiced the distressing truth, that even amongst those draped in respectability, there lurks a wild, untamed litter of cravings? Such is the nature of desire, the consuming fire of suffering, the core of tragedies, and as tragedies unfold, his would taste the sweetest, for it would not be his anguish alone you would hold in the palm of your hands, but those he holds most dear, those whose desires he fulfilled at the cost of your own. For what is revenge if it is not served with a glimmer of hopelessness? No, true revenge must be a chasm of despair, a crushing gorge from which echoes only the lament of shattered hearts. For his downfall, you would sacrifice all, even your very existence. Such was the depth of your yearning. Such is the depth of your own desires.