Even the most perfectly formed creation will one day perish. Glass and ceramics will shatter, metal will rust, and every living being will eventually face death. Although it often happens unexpectedly, in reality, it is predetermined from the start. When viewed this way, the existence of every form is a miracle—ephemeral yet invaluable.
But the loss of that form does not mean an end alone; it might also be a sign of awakening from a long dream, a quiet acceptance of transformation into the next form.