Valyria
You have proven to be a pleasant diversion, wanderer.{^n}{^n}Leave me now to my ruminations.
May I ask you something?
The road to eternity is paved with the cobblestones of distraction.{^n}{^n}Speak your piece.
Why are you resigned to annihilation?
To be resigned implies acceptance, defeat. I am an observer.{^n}{^n}Whether I accept what is to come, or resist it, matters not. Our emotions are fleeting whims of the soul in a universe whose path was set eons before we ever drew breath.{^n}{^n}Though you may try, you cannot stop the wind with your hands. Neither can we alter the course of creation, nor the writhing jaws of oblivion.

I appreciate your candor.
You may have a point.
Is there truly nothing we can do?
So long as we draw breath, it is in our nature to seek the next.{^n}{^n}Life must beget life, so in the face of certain doom, it fights tooth and claw. But no, we cannot steer the course of what is to come.{^n}{^n}We are living in the age of annihilation. Knowing this, do not weep, for we are uniquely positioned to witness something that has never happened before, nor will happen again. I give it no name, for naming gives substance to that which is not. The absence of existence.

I'm not ready to accept this.
You may have a point.
Nevermind. Sorry to have bothered you.
Very well. Goodbye.
Leave me to my contemplation, wanderer.{^n}{^n}I wish to be alone with the stars.
Farewell.
Greetings, wanderer.{^n}{^n}Have you too come to witness the end firsthand? Or is the solitude of the mountain what you seek?
Are you the author of these?
A fellow warden of the eternal truths comes bearing a gift for me.{^n}{^n}Indeed, I have taken quill to paper and produced these musings. They are my reflections into the beyond, where the last light fades.{^n}{^n}Tell me, what did you feel when you read them?
Joy.
Hmm, would it surprise you to find I too experienced great joy in these conclusions?{^n}{^n}Is it not natural for all things to ends? There is beauty in birth, so there must be beauty when life ceases. When the tendrils of nonexistence embrace us, we must welcome them.{^n}{^n}I am pleased that another scholar of annihilation came to the same conclusion. I hope our little exercise of the mind has given you much to consider.
I will ponder this further.
Curiosity.
It is only natural for mortals to be curious about what lies beyond the finality of nothingness.{^n}{^n}There is beauty in birth, so there must be beauty when life ceases. But if we cannot think, did we even exist? To fathom the splendor of unmaking, we must first absorb the breadth of that which is.{^n}{^n}You have given me more to consider, wanderer. I hope our little exercise of the mind has given you something to digest as well.
I will ponder this further.
Fear.
By the design of the gods, we cling to life. To be deprived of existence is to deny what drives us.{^n}{^n}There is beauty in birth, so there must be beauty when life ceases. Fear breeds defiance. And defiance is powerless in the face of nothingness.{^n}{^n}I have enjoyed our little chat, wanderer. I hope this exercise of the mind has given you much to consider.
I will ponder this further.
Did you write a poem?
Indeed. I had hoped someone would retrace my steps.{^n}{^n}It seems your search is incomplete though.
There are more parts? Where would I find them?
Ah, but to be told is to be deprived of the journey.{^n}{^n}You have arrived at the terminus with pages yet unread.{^n}{^n}Come back to me once you've witnessed my tale in its entirety.
Um, alright.
You said this is the end?
Farewell.
The end?
We live in the end of days, wanderer.{^n}{^n}Look to the skies. One by one, the stars are extinguished.{^n}{^n}Plant your ear against the earth. Hear Cairn screaming as she boils.{^n}{^n}Taste the iron upon the air. The blood of the dying god has saturated the wind.
No. I will stop it.
Doubtful.{^n}{^n}It is not the place of mortals to weave the tapestry. Only to live our single thread.


Perhaps you are right.
Nevertheless, I will try.
Perhaps the end really is nigh.
Farewell.
Greetings, wanderer.{^n}{^n}Have you too come to witness the end firsthand? Or is the solitude of the mountain what you seek?
Did you write this?
Indeed. I had hoped someone would find my work.{^n}{^n}It would seem your search is incomplete though.
There are others? Where would I find them?
Ah, but to be told is to skip the journey.{^n}{^n}You have arrived at the ending without experiencing all the pages.{^n}{^n}Come back to me once you've witnessed my tale.
Um, alright.
You said this is the end?
Farewell.
The end?
We live in the end of days, wanderer.{^n}{^n}Look to the skies. One by one, the stars are extinguished.{^n}{^n}Plant your ear against the earth. Hear Cairn screaming as she boils.{^n}{^n}Taste the iron upon the air. The blood of the dying god has saturated the wind.
No. I will stop it.
Doubtful.{^n}{^n}It is not the place of mortals to weave the tapestry. Only to live our single thread.
Perhaps you are right.
Nevertheless, I will try.
Perhaps the end really is nigh.
Solitude.
Then I shall speak no more.{^n}{^n}Let the breath of the gods be your only companion.
Farewell.
Farewell.
