Life Without Heart (Epilogue) reveals a quiet reckoning with existence stripped of feeling’s vibrant core, portraying a final chapter where detachment becomes both refuge and prison. It speaks to the void left when passion is surrendered, exposing a landscape barren yet starkly honest. This moment, closing a cycle, reflects acceptance of emptiness as a truth rather than absence—a stillness where meaning is distilled, not lost, illuminating the delicate boundary between being and becoming, where the soul confronts its own quiet dissolution with unwavering clarity. —