Present

... and this is how empty things can get.
For the content is nothing more than a vague illusion of what could have been. And yet, time goes by.
And only then you realize that all that peaceful and charm environment is nothing more than a small spot in a giant conflict which only seems to let you rest. And then the storm unleashes, it pulls you in and tears you apart.
Not even then you realize all the wrong you have to do just to survive.