Anya: This guy sounds disenchanted.
Carlos: Well, don't all dreams get broken eventually?
Devani: Yes, but isn't that how it should be? Human dreams are essentially sand. . .
Brice: I dunno. Some seem like stone.


Time works on each of us
as we're gradually reduced to ash

So enjoy life's charade
yet remember
how quickly it fades!

Sooner or later
each drama ends
as other unseen plots
yet begin

Know from the start
every script is dust –
what's called "life"
is but fiction spurious

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