Beneath the sky threre are countless creatures.

They may have distinct characteristics.

Some can look disdainfully to the world.

Some are looked down.

Some are slaves of passion.

Some are slaves of others.

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Some so pitiful weak yet can live in peace all their life.

Some so powerful yet incapable of finding happiness.

But all of them share something.

Time.

Time is unforgiving and spares no one.

Even the most powerfull sages and heaven defying empires have turned to nothing but dust and their legacies forgotten in broken ruins.

Of the futility of everlasting. - Anonymous

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 In a small village in the middle of nowhere could be heard sounds of men and women causing a ruccus as they pursued a kid. He was not older than ten and his eyes shined with mischief. He carried a red sparrow in his arms. It was too afraid to even cry for help. 

  -Return the bird of the chief's daughter!

  -Stinky kid, how dare you!