[Humans are below Great Ones. Small, barely-there creatures, just dust in the grand make of the universe. But the Great Ones are sympathetic, and Vincent, who wishes to guide humanity when he can, can only feel sympathy instead of disdain.]
I say we aim for the song itself. In the distance, that awful snow storm.
[The crowd approaches, but Vincent is unmoving for now.]
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[Humans are below Great Ones. Small, barely-there creatures, just dust in the grand make of the universe. But the Great Ones are sympathetic, and Vincent, who wishes to guide humanity when he can, can only feel sympathy instead of disdain.]
I say we aim for the song itself. In the distance, that awful snow storm.
[The crowd approaches, but Vincent is unmoving for now.]
If we’re fortunate, we might can even say hello.