Granted. Every single project out of the infinitely many you could have in life is done. There's nothing left for you to do, ever. You die of boredom.
I wish I had time for all my projects.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.