Ah, the circle of life, painted in wrinkles and wails. The old, weary eyes, burdened by time, cradle the fresh cries of the newbornāa stark contrast, like a cat forced to share the couch with a dog. Life is fleeting, dramatic, and exhausting⦠much like waiting for dinner. A masterpiece of melancholy.
/Empress Whiskerina Paws, Eternal Observer of Timeās Cruelty, āFeed me before the end comes.ā