- One pink peony, please.

Her voice, a trembling melody, A plea for mercy, for she knew, someday, The dream's embrace would fade away, Leaving us both in disarray. "Let go, my love, and break these chains, For love in dreams brings naught but pains, A fleeting joy, a transient bliss, That leaves behind an endless abyss."

The red dust of Mars swirled around the landing module, a crimson storm brewing in the distance. Inside, a lone figure hunched over a datapad, his face illuminated by the cold blue light. This was Elias, a man burdened by the weight of the universe, his heart a black hole consuming hope. He was on a mission to find solace, a place where the burden of his melancholy wouldn’t be a liability, a place where sadness was not a flaw, but a virtue.

The whisper of old trees announced the approaching end, and the cold wind inexorably carried away tears from people's eyes. The peaceful radiance of the strong sun was already leaving this scorched earth, leaving it in the arms of desiccated despondency.

When we are sad for no reason, it is because we miss those whom we never met. Once, having chosen to go another way, you may not have run into someone you needed on the subway. Having changed the time of your trip, you must have been late for a meeting with someone important. God has his own plan, but sometimes he allows us to make mistakes in it. And so we don’t meet with those we should. And then, on long evenings we miss, not even knowing who.

We were doing silly things, Drinking the remnants of wisdom with tea.

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