“May the days ahead embrace you like the softest fluff.”

Here lies Aedes Elysiae,
Cyrene's most beloved sanctuary.
Forever warm, forever gentle,
the place where the story begins again.

Turn the clock once more.
The ink rewinds, and the sun rekindles its flame.
At the zenith of the world,
enter a grand feast for all.

People gather under the banner of the Flame-Chase and drink their fill.
You are finally able to take on the persona of a human being,
reconnecting with those old friends,
entering them into As I've Written.

“How do I begin… to write you into a story?”

With her own hand, the ruler writes:
“I love the world, just as it loves me!”
Between hearty swigs, the knight murmurs under her breath,
“I only love… eternity.”</color> But time will not pause for feasting.
The sea's depths burn crimson, and the sun begins to tilt.
The Theoros bows in reverence,
as the flames of war are fiercely kindled. You inscribe “beauty” on the weaver's gravestone,
recording how a child's laughter warms the final goodbye. <color #993333>“The shore on the other side will watch over the next life.”
With a hopeful heart, the maiden walks into the chill of the dark, awaiting an embrace.
“Scars will give way to peace.”
The warrior ascends the alter, speaking softly under his breath.

The cat is not fond of warmth,
and quietly slips away from your intrusions.
And the wise one who journeyed with her to the end
still carries a smile in the depths of his eyes.

The physician who bears a love for mortals
wishes for you to look up and behold the rainbow's light.

You say farewell to all.
In a world aching with wounds,
again and again,
you turn the pages with a gentle hand.