There is no time for grief; there never is.
I don't want to die!" "Then you should never been born.
He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.
I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.
The hourglass runs low.
The desert surrounds your every step and you walk forever a thirsty man.