Scene opens, a gentle glow illuminating the quiet stage.
Character A steps forward, eyes wandering through an ever-changing tapestry...
_"Do you not see, the hues that come and go? They beg for your gaze, to be savored, to be cherished..."
Character B tilts their head, as if to catch a whisper on the estranged wind..._ "Indeed, silent friend. But do these patterns not compel us to ponder our own transience?"
As the patterns swirl, a silent agreement echoes between them.