My testament is my life's story ... and my waning is the Last Page. I worked to make the Last Page, only to fail to do the most important thing. When making an end to a story, one must end it. Last Page of my life-tome, the waning years of my existence, never end. It continues on, poisoning the enthusiasm of the reader, and wryter, until both are hollow inside from disinterest and waste of time. If the ancient Guardians had not been killed as retaliation against the Guild for trying to invade my Great Realm, they would have taken my work and displayed it all for its complexity and creativity―and ultimately show how hollow and empty it really is.
