THE END OF LEGENDS

Amidst the downpour, where the sky wept in sheets of cold, gray rain, he stood. The wind whipped at his threadbare coat, and the city's roar was muffled by the ceaseless drumming on the pavement. He wasn't simply caught in the rain; he was immersed in the elemental drama of existence.
His gaze was distant, fixed not on the rushing water but on a far more imposing, abstract storm: the Purpose of Life.