Allegro Agitato: Mezzo Forte
Every world is the same, differences are so slight they are not worth mentioning. I know how everything will be, it has been predetermined. It is like jumping into a vortex. Time is repeating forever. Maybe you can call it a fantasy. A living fantasia. Like watching snow in solitude, the beauty only sparks intrest for a moment. Too short, too fleeting to call wondrous.