There are seven wonders of the world, but, if I may, I would like to introduce an eighth. You.

As wonderful as the previous seven wonders are, they're all tangible. Nothing is left to the imagination, but you? You're special. Both physical and spiritual. A soul held together by flesh and bones. The blood running in your body is still fresh and warm. Cheeks can flush with color. Hair can grow and fall. Cuts can appear and heal.

It is a never ending cycle of renewal.

And then it stops. Your body becomes cold and decayed. Blood dries up. Your face is no longer lit up with color. Hair just falls and stays down. Nothing heals like it used to.

And that I introduce as the eighth wonder of the world. A sight to behold just like the others, and yet nothing comes close. The ending cycle of life and the infinity of death.