All around you the smiles are mutated to monotonic smiles, and the tepid energy is just barely warmer than the temperature of the room. A soothing quiet echoes back the dim silence not so much good as not so bad. When you begin to find your own path also, be prepared for an air of nonchalance as you arrive in the middle, your existence far from being noticed. It is a lack of spark and a lukewarm beginning. The fiery passion is not there and neither is the ice-cold indifference and in love, neither is applauded nor ignored. These words represent the interaction of the former, the palace is cold, the giveaway of sense of hostility.
