When I was a kid, I was convinced it was some kind of famous circus, with acrobats, clowns, tigers and lions. I still had a tiny hope to see a tiger as I was stepping out from the underground station.
There's this sweet and sour story about a leaf asking for an emergency parachute but everybody around has already disappeared, so the leaf closes its eyes and the wind blows gently.
“Your last wish, Mr. Leaf?” “I want to learn how to play cello, I want to play Bach's first suite for cello solo on a lakefront and while I play I want to sense the fog slowly taking possession of me, every single molecule of mine.”