Another cloud mushrooms somewhere in the distant sky.
"Is that it?"
"Let's hope so"
Another cloud rises.
"Is that it?"
"Probably not."
Several clouds erupt, growing less and less distant.
"They're closing in."
"It doesn't matter anymore. All is lost."
They sit down; eyes fixed on the horizon.
"Shall we become intimate?"
A hand reaches out to no response.
"Intimacy is of no use."
And as the clouds choke the sky above, they accept their fate.
"Ashes to ashes..."
"...dust to dust."
They nod and vanish.
