In a wisp of time, the beginning has turned into an end. Where once the waxwing had dreams and had so prepared itself to soar to great heights, now it is left wondering where all its time has gone. Before it has even stretched its wings, it is already so wearied. And by what? It doesn’t know. All it knows is that it began sometime ago, and now everything is coming to close. As soon as time passes, it collapses into a flat space and is no more.