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She walked rapidly across the room, pausing near the window. The sun touched her soft bare skin, and the cold concrete. Something moved behind another window, across the courtyard. Half a world away, the remains of an ancient city told silent stories. The dead are long forgotten. Clouds rolled across the sky, white then grey and finally turning to red. Below, the sand shifted, reminding us that in the end, nothing matters. Ahead lies only the unknown.