Bob Dylan and C.S. Lewis are stuck in Cabin in a Snowstorm and forced to have a deep conversation.

Bob Dylan: "These winds, man, they're howlin' somethin' fierce, just like the whispers of doubt tryin' to steal your soul, ya know?"

C.S. Lewis: "Indeed, Mr. Dylan, the physical storm mirrors the spiritual one; we must find the still, small voice within the tempest."

Bob Dylan: "Stillness is a luxury, professor, when the world's on fire and the poor man's still payin' the dues he don't owe."

C.S. Lewis: "But even in the fire, a flicker of goodness remains, a divine spark waiting to be fanned into flame."

Bob Dylan: "Flame's a tricky thing, Lewis, burns both the righteous and the wicked, leaves ashes all the same."

C.S. Lewis: "Ah, but from those ashes, Mr. Dylan, rises the phoenix, a testament to the enduring power of hope and redemption."

Bob Dylan: "Redemption's a long road, ain't it? Full of potholes and temptations, and nobody sellin' road maps."

C.S. Lewis: "The road is long, certainly, but marked by the light of grace, a compass pointing towards home."

Bob Dylan: "Grace... feels like a freight train sometimes, knockin' you flat before you even see it comin'."

C.S. Lewis: "Perhaps, but even a freight train can carry you to a destination beyond your wildest imaginings, a place of profound and lasting peace."