There will always be kindness in the world. That is not something that anyone should fear going away. It is, instead, what form kindness takes. For that - I apologize.
At this, my story, the first season shall be ending with my anticipation of the time of chaos, the second being those lonesome journeys into the darkest places for my own purposes. Also in the first season, wherein I noticed a grand design, and trembled did I, and not for my crow, my speaking crow, Cory, it would have drowned my sanity as well. The third season does follow the events of such forbidden words, having taken their toll on me, shall find me among lunatics. Doth they become as my family? Or perhaps in such a time, as the fourth season and any that can be described from then on, as worlds that fell through the one, I would call home.
Such a collapse revealed all the vistas of a dying universe, where magic and chaos became as one, and if it was my own fault, then I should say so as many times as I can describe my choices. Both action and inaction were always folly. Was there a way to do things differently? It is for the judges of the world that lingers on the precipice of my times, a world that yet does not tremble. And you, therefore, having known my words, shall be my judge.
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Having reversed my own time, having left my body behind and spoke from a murmuring voice, a storyteller among a thousand voices, I shall be silently screaming such a warning in as many words as it takes to tell the whole story. As each word is true, a piece of my soul is gone with each keystroke. My soul should be gone by the time this is known to thee.
For these seasons of my life-story, I warn thee, there can be no mistakes in the facts, and you too shall tremble to know how it was, in the times of chaos. I stayed until the end, that was my destiny and so I shall now tell thee what happened.
Do I kill a man who wanted to eat Cory, my talking crow? In those last times, was hunger such a depravity? Is that how I became the last human? The first of the two Last Witnesses to die? Was it I?
You shall know that, in the end. From here into our story, only the worst atrocities and horrors will remain. I shall speak every hundred and eight of these demons in full and factual description. And wish not to see such times you will, as to wish for madness or perhaps death.
So considereth that suicidal ambitions might therefore plague thee, upon learning of such awful horrors, as these last stories shall contain. However, as I promised, if you somehow triumph over me and write my story, in memory, then go ahead and say you read every last word I have written. And so, I tell you from the last moment in time, that it is my soul that knoweth last, what moment of kindness there was.
"Death Always Happens.
Kindness Too."
Love,
Gaylord Marcus Briar.