Figura solitária segurando uma ampulheta frágil e se quebrando
Prompt
Time flows past me.
I try to chase it but behind it leaves me.
I am stuck decaying in this room.
The sands of time weave like a loom.
Now I turn to dust and bones.
Here I am all alone.
The hourglass I hold is beginning to break.
I am lost forever remember me for my sake.
I am covered by sands of old.
Now I end this story I told.
