Conflict

Conflict .. It is the pieces of a puzzle scattered on a surface.. The puzzle itself lies within a chest .. The chest in a dark room .. Surrounded by a million replicas .. The keys to the chest are within it .. It is sealed tight .. With a failsafe that burns all who attempt it .. The room is in a castle .. Guarded by the angel of death .. The castle is on top of the himalayas .. Surrounded with a moat of molten lava .. Searing those who come within earshot of it .. That is the gravity of my personal conflict