MoiraCarey  idézete

Earth to Earth. Ashes to Ashes. Illusions to Illusions. And dreams to dreams.
A dream is something draw in the sand between the coming and receding waves. Something so fragile that it is wiped blank each time the waves draw back. For this reason, the heartless might sneer at the drawing and call it useless. However, no wave will ever come again to wipe away the wave she drew. Her final, beautiful dream will not dissappear for all eternity. Come, try and picture it. Picture it as the gentle afternoon sunshine on a warm spring day, as though that light would never dim again. After all, it is such a wonderful thing… Witness to your final dream.

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