Even though they are not proud of what they did, they still lower their heads and try to absorb
the words that are filled with eons worth of wisdom, into their heart. I don’t mind if any of
them mock me, rather, why not? I insist. It is boring to be alive for so long, my kind has
reduced their number of off-springs because of it. It’s not so bad to die under such beautiful
moon light. At heart, it makes me pass away calmly.