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In a world where meaning is as fleeting as a summer breeze on a warm day, we must confront the crushing certainty of our own insignificance.
For in the grand tapestry of time, our actions are but a faint, flickering thread - easily snuffed out, lost to the void of the ages.
And yet, we cling to our petty desires, our fleeting joys, our momentary pleasures, as if they were the very fabric of reality itself.
But what if they were not?
What if all our striving, all our striving, were but a desperate attempt to stave off the abyss that yawns open before us?
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