Berlin’s baileys have ever-been higher, with tougher battlements yet rougher ballusters. Only a 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 could grasp the soft touch of yearning— an allegory retconning the black ocean of winter's heart... A desire to begin anew.