Di'or Toryia | BOOK END |

[Unga Bunga]

Dawn breaks, and the library is hit with a shimmering ray of light for the first time in a decade. It finds itself at a seminar, but with no Teacher. It remained so, for months on end. There wasn't any recital, just a mountain of knowledge.

Over time, the books had suddenly decayed. The duration was rather short, but each row of wisdom would turn to ash, blowing into the wind until there hadn't been a single manuscript left.

But... One Paper remains, clinging to dear life. It's ink would never fade from that paper, the life achievements of the Toryia embedded themselves in it, though unfinished. It contained a list of promises, the people had met, and the life he had lived.

It crumples away, a grave reminder that life is not permanent,

"What did you think about that book? It was about a Scholar obsessed with the acquisition of knowledge. 

It sort of reminds me of myself... But,

 Was it great, Sol, Azir, Sej'rin? Yaluk, Rachelle? ...No?

Fine! Let's read an even better one!"

My journey hasn't ended, Death was simply the start of a new adventure. Won't you come along with me?