Explain your FGF password.
As invisible violins play, you are walking down a path made of solid gold. There is soft snow on either side, which extends into the white fog surrounding you.
To your right, there is a majestic, ancient tree reaching up farther than you can see.
The birds are chirping.
As you continue along the path, you begin to hear a chorus of angelic voices singing a repetetive but undeniably magnificent tune, which, coupled with the sound of the ever-present violins, you feel you could never grow tired of endlessly listening to.
You soon discover that the source of the sound is a small silver box on a crystalline pedestal that has an alluring glow about it.
Your fingers tremble as you open the box.
You can feel the voices chanting words in your head that you are too excited to bother comprehending.
The box is open.
And there, staring up into your eyes, is my FGF password.