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"Sometime's spring's the hardest time, you know?"

"Yeah, with all the rain showers and what not, its rather annoying, especially the bees."

"It's spring there, isn't it? In this world, the leaves are being stripped from the trees, dragging the fire of the sunset to the ground in one last hope that they'll be able to survive. They don't know their only legacy will be the joy of callous beings at the sound of their skeletons' annihilation. They don't know that their remains will haunt their successors in the spring to come."

"It is, and the absolute hatred of it is rising up in me, just because of the cold that is dispersing as the wind washes away the remains of cracked leaves that are slowly growing back on the branches. They'll never understand the stunning of beauty of glistening snow as it crashes to the earth. All they will see is the rain showers pouring upon the flowers, renewing the life of a thousand bees and suns."

"Oh, the suns. The infinite amount of suns. They tell us to believe in infinity, then show us a world of rain and light pollution. And mind pollution. That's the worst one of all. The skeleton of every leaf in the world will be crushed before anyone even notices our steady progression towards the black hole."

"It's sad, it really is. Especially when you have all the people in Africa dying of starvation and thirst, while we sit here, in our cozy homes, whining about the hot air in the spring as they burn up in the thousand suns of an early dawn. We should be greatful that we have the continuous evolution of technology, a meaningless renewal of unnecessary comforts. This world is corrupt and all the humans in it will become nothing but bones and dust."

"You know life has no purpose, right?"

"Right."

"I think you could give it one."

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"Sometime's spring's the hardest time, you know?"

"Yeah, with all the rain showers and what not, its rather annoying, especially the bees."

"It's spring there, isn't it? In this world, the leaves are being stripped from the trees, dragging the fire of the sunset to the ground in one last hope that they'll be able to survive. They don't know their only legacy will be the joy of callous beings at the sound of their skeletons' annihilation. They don't know that their remains will haunt their successors in the spring to come."

"It is, and the absolute hatred of it is rising up in me, just because of the cold that is dispersing as the wind washes away the remains of cracked leaves that are slowly growing back on the branches. They'll never understand the stunning of beauty of glistening snow as it crashes to the earth. All they will see is the rain showers pouring upon the flowers, renewing the life of a thousand bees and suns."

"Oh, the suns. The infinite amount of suns. They tell us to believe in infinity, then show us a world of rain and light pollution. And mind pollution. That's the worst one of all. The skeleton of every leaf in the world will be crushed before anyone even notices our steady progression towards the black hole."

"It's sad, it really is. Especially when you have all the people in Africa dying of starvation and thirst, while we sit here, in our cozy homes, whining about the hot air in the spring as they burn up in the thousand suns of an early dawn. We should be greatful that we have the continuous evolution of technology, a meaningless renewal of unnecessary comforts. This world is corrupt and all the humans in it will become nothing but bones and dust."

"You know life has no purpose, right?"

"Right."

"I think you could give it one."