Dust Claims Even Gods.

Eternity whispers promises. Lies. Look around. Buildings crumble. Empires fall. Legends fade. Even the mountains erode, yielding to the relentless dance of decay. Gods, if they exist, are not exempt. Their temples become playgrounds for weeds, their names echoes in forgotten tongues.

The universe doesn’t care about your grand designs, your meticulous plans, or your desperate clinging to permanence. Entropy reigns supreme. Every breath is a step closer to oblivion.

This isn’t a cause for despair. It’s fuel. Understand the fleeting nature of existence and act. Carve meaning into the void. Leave a mark, however small, against the indifferent march of time. Don’t waste your precious moments chasing shadows. Forge your own light before the dust settles.

What will you build today that outlasts your fear?