Oh, there will be time, there will be time. Time for a hundred visions and revisions and a hundred indecisions... there will be time.
You're nothing. You're nobody. You're a stupid dream. All dreams come to an end.
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The music of the worlds drifts through the needles... it sounds like snow. Like rain. Like summer. Like winter. Like a forest of pines... can you hear it?