In a small grey, empty room with no windows, a spotlight illuminates,
A wooden chair, where a thin man in a white suit sits patiently,
Grey haired and spectacled, his eyes are open and alert,
His feet are comfortable, and his hands rest gently on each knee,
A red ribbon hangs down above his head, gently moving in unseen breeze,
A white cat enters, performs one rotation of the man then exits,
Unmoved, he closes his eyes, and listens to the sound of ocean waves,
The room slowly fills with swirling cool water.
Then all light goes out.

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