Third pov;
So many days that bring forth a new dawn. And so, the night spreads it's light through the path of the moon to witness how you’ve lived for another day. A young woman who’s simplest wish is to experience everything that comes with life, and that of death until the afterlife. The world is like that of an enormous open book. Endlessly turning its pages to read everyone and everything’s story.
But once the flame of their life is extinguished from the candle, becomes the end of their story. Nevertheless, they’re some like this woman here, whose story continues on until the ends of time itself.
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Lucinda's pov;
And that woman is me.
As I've lived on this earth for many years, even centuries. That I can't even remember how old I truly am now. Dawn always brings forth another day that somehow never seems to end. And yet, it is me who begins another journey that feels like the day repeats itself. How it always seems so timeless and yet, utterly pointless.
And yet, somethings are never truly pointless unless you see it at an different perspective. Like how a question could hold various options if answered otherwise. For I've always believed that time is everything, and that nothing would ever change that. Nevertheless, that is my answer, as someone else could retort differently.