I had seen many great things. Some of it weren't really that great. I witnessed the birth of a person and their death, and it kept on repeating while I was alive. I witnessed the sun sets down then the moon rises. It's odd how life and death can be so similar with the sun and moon. One rises, one goes down. Deep down. I've been part of the greatest wars that caused a lot of chaos, of deaths, shed so much tears, heard so much of their pained cries by the family who lost someone during the battle. I wondered. and I will always wonder if I'll experience death, or see the fall of this wretched world that it eventually fails to keep sustaining all the living that's currently residing. Disclaimer: The cover in my story is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.