Entry #13:
It looks so beautiful like this. Even as imperfect as it was, it was my first creation. Halted by Cremation, the clouds are finally able to catch and diffuse light. The sun is stable enough to shine. It’s so peaceful. It didn’t ask for all of this. Neither did I. But for a moment, before it all ends, before I assume my Role… we can rest. As long as this moment exists, I can come back whenever I want, but it won’t be the same. You can only experience something for the first time once. For now, though, it’s just me and my Creation. Perhaps I’ll get the chance to fix it someday. I loved this one. But it has to End. Everything must End.
This is my final entry. At least, the final moment I’ll transcribe by hand. This journal is part of the Story, and that Story has to end. I hope it finds its way back to me. Hell, if it survives at all, I’ll be happy. Who knows. Maybe there’s more for this thing to do. Maybe someone else will find it. For now, I’ll allow this journal one more revelation. I have decided to Rebuild myself. I am not the person I was when I began. I never even had a name, just a title, a placeholder. And that title has gained its importance, become a name of sorts, but it is the name of What I am, not Who I am. I am not tWoE, my Role is tWoE.
Call me Philip.
DIRECTORY <------------ read the story from the beginning. this is the end. ish.