[Night at the Museum] Romans and Cowboys

His smile was warm and bright. The melting had allowed them to move, but sadly, it would be the last time. The Romans looked up in astonishment at the person before them. Through the haze, a scene from their first meeting came to mind: that little cowboy, so full of life, with hair as dazzling as golden flowers in the desert and blue eyes like an ocean holding billions of fallen stars. He seemed to have come straight from the heart of the sunlight. He remembered his dream: the earth was pure white, the sky a vast expanse of blue. Beneath the bright moon, on a silent snowy night, the two of them stood side by side, counting the stars above. It was a happiness and a peace he had never known in his life. Around them, waves of heat rose and machinery roared. Amid the overwhelming destruction and scorching heat, they embraced as if holding the whole world. One by one, the toys around them melted and warped, eventually becoming puddles of black goo. Octavius was held tightly in Jedediah's arms. The heat surrounded them both. He watched Jedediah grow weaker, yet his face never lost its smile. Even at the end of his life, the cowboy still wanted him to live just one second longer. Theme: