Existence is but a fleeting moment in the grand tapestry of time. A moment of splendour, a moment of meaninglessness. Like a cosmic game of cosmic bingo, we're all just waiting for the call that never comes.
And yet, we cling to our existence, grasping for something, anything, that might give us a semblance of purpose. But like a dropped stone, our hopes and dreams slide down the well, lost in the abyss of the void.