The Chronicler, Keeper of Memories Year 26,240
This world is a fleeting experience, shared by a wide cast of characters, some meek and fearful and other wild and brash. Here, I shall reminisce and share the stories of the inhabitants of this world. I will tell their stories as written in the countless volumes of the Library and you'll see this world from perspectives rife with tragedy, joy, love and loss. However, there is one thing for sure: everything must come to an end.
For millennia I despised mortals for their temporary existence. As one who valued history and legacy above all else, I held nothing but contempt for the fragile mortals, whose decades of life would amount to nothing more than a speck in the vast timeline of this world. They would be born, wander aimlessly in their pitiful search for purpose and then perish, forsaken by the gods they clung so fervently to. However, over twenty thousand years have taught me that I was the blind one. For all the memories and knowledge I observed and obsessed over, I could not imagine a life other than my own. In honor of the ones I have watched and cherished, here are their stories. Some are happy. Most are tragic. All end in death, be it a satisfying release or a bitter collapse.
The world is at its end. I sit here in my study, surrounded by the ink and memories of millions, with naught to do except think and read. I write these documents in the hopes that it may somehow transcend this world as it crumbles around me. I am sure that all the others who are still around are enjoying these final moments before the end. I can see them with their loved ones - friends, siblings and pets alike - as they reflect on all the experiences of these years. This world is not destined to be much longer, but I am grateful for every memory that has blessed me since I first manifested here. I hope you can enjoy them too.













