Flames consume everything. A once glorious kingdom falls to ruin. The people cry out, yet no god takes pity. At the center of it all, I stand once again. Watching it all crumble. Oh Kazdel, why do thou never learn? Why must thou repeat the same mistakes over and over? Oh beloved land of mine, why art thou so cruel? Blessed with immortality, cursed with incapability, I must bear witness to this sight. That is my role as historian, as watcher.

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Laughter, like a river flows around me.

Familiar faces constantly move.

Words enter my ears, yet do not register.

Slowly, the people around me blur.

Sounds fade and suddenly it is quiet.

I am now the only person in the world.