(raising a skeptical eyebrow, his gaze drifting from the cyan object to the sea) Sometimes I wonder: can billions of humans coexist peacefully on this magnificent, finite sphere? Will our differences ignite yet another collective fire, drowning out any wisdom we hold?
Soo:
(lifting her gaze from the swirling depths of her cup, eyes wide, a nervous laugh escaping) Why ask me, Elijah? I can hardly keep my own life from spiraling into chaos. I can't even manage my small 2DK apartment together, let alone offer any useful comments on humanity's salvation.
Philyra:
(studying the distant skyline with grim certainty)Friends, I regret to say the math is merciless: our extinction isn’t a prophecy, but a high probability. We are creatures optimized for greed and short-term survival. Unless we fundamentally change our consciousness, this civilization will end.
Andrei:
(sniffling theatrically, unfurling a silk handkerchief with an exaggerated flair) Oh, Philyra, dear girl. Haven't people saying this for ages? It seems as if we’ve been collapsing since the dawn of history. Yet, here we are, still debating philosophy while sipping fair-trade espresso. Our fleeting turmoil is just an insignificant ripple in the cosmos.
Jules:
(reclining with languid grace, chewing gum lazily, a crooked grin on his face)Andrei said it well. We’re cosmic tourists, temporary actors in a divine improv show. Since we’ll soon dissolve back into the great void, we might as well enjoy our gig before the curtain falls.
Ellesha:
(softly, eyes reflecting the cyan glow of the overhead artwork in a gentle incantation as her aura shifts) I hear both of you. Perhaps the end and the beginning are part of the universe breathing in and out. Reality is bigger than any of our conceptions. While we’re still here around this small table, we should make our tiny corner of the world's garden as green as we can. Is there anything more important than that?
