The Legend of the Wh

The monitor's display was fading, the curves growing fainter. Childhood memories, happy and bright, flickered like a slideshow. Was this it Was this the end,Death is both an end and a new beginning. Flowers bloom and wither, cycling through endless renewal. All beings can only let go of attachments and accept the natural flow of things.,The clouds are azure and seem to bring rain. The water is placid and gives rise to mist.。