Few people know these things. Makes sense. Few people want to learn that what we call love simply builds walls one can never breach, and inflicts wounds one cannot see - and those who learn learn the hard way. The '''Scoriantheme''' is this. It is born of your nerves, of your cells, struggling for the phantom pain of heartbreak and ostracism to become flesh and blood, something it can mend, ''something it can heal from''. In those days where people rely on each other to survive, where love is a resource like any other (needed to survive, rare to found and easy to deplete), where solitude brings nothing but death and silence and time to drown in your own thoughts of despair and resentment, it has never been more strong.