Oleg Roy. (№ 419947)

Time has covered the great cities of antiquity with sand. Someday our city and all the cities of the world existing today will be covered by this sand of time. And the Sun, having become a supernova, will burn the Earth to hell, and everything that will be left of humanity by that time. But even if it does not burn - scientists have not come to a consensus about the ultimate fate of our luminary - time is inexorable. The beauty you are hugging today will grow older in ten years, then grow old, in thirty or forty - become an old woman, and then die and decay under the ground along with the wooden container in which she will be packed. Unless, of course, by the time of her death, another funeral rite is not in vogue. Which, of course, doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that it is here and now, and not someday the day after tomorrow.