And so the old man glanced up at the sky. He whispered quietly to the night, "Why, oh why does it all have to end, my friend?" A hand wrinkled and twisted with age stretched upwards as if it were about to caress the pocketed surface of the moon.
Silence replied.
"Once upon a time I had the brilliance of the stars that shine around you," he continued while lost in his memories. A bristly mustache tickled his upper lip as the words flowed out of his mouth. Yet the sensation was so familiar, the old man hardly noticed it anymore.
Silence replied.
A cool breeze pulled at his coat, seeking an entrance inside. His dry lips stretched into a small smile. "It was short, was it not? If only I was ageless like you..." A soft sigh reached his elderly ears. Wisps of thin hair floated lazily, causing his scalp to itch. The darkness descended as the old man closed his eyes.
Yet again, Silence replied.
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