In the grand tapestry of existence, we toil and strive, yet still, our accomplishments are but fleeting whispers in the wind.
A collection of our greatest works, reduced to naught but dust and forgotten dreams.
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May our endeavors be a reminder that even the most Herculean of efforts can crumble like the towers of Babel.
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And so, we toil, in a world that seems to mock our very existence.
In the end, all we are left with is the futility of it all.
May it be a comfort to you.