The tool that is used more often than any other, and has the ability to shape one's thought and one's feelings through its use and misuse. A truly powerful invention of the mankind, designed to control and to liberate. From "Look Onto My Work, Ye Mighty" to "Quoth the Raven: Nevermore", language has been there for the human since birth through death. But what if one lives in an unharmonious paradox with it? What if one is restricted through this tool, by the nature of his birthplace?