In these echoes of a fading dawn...

"Is it still raining?"

She never said anything.

"Does it have a beginning?"

Just another name in a ancient book.

"Time is just a theory, isn't it?"
The yellow keys only refute that claim.

"But is there an end?"

I once lost the way, so I graze upon my sanity.

"They will see us."
They always do.