I entered the Inkbound Order at the age of seven. When the great disaster struck, I took up my master's dying wish, dedicating my life to safeguarding our ancient texts and keeping our lineage alive.
But as war tore through the land, the world was plunged into decades of darkness. A single pillar cannot support a falling sky.
Now, my friends have all faded away, and my own days are numbered.
The road ahead is bleak. I don't know what the future holds, nor if my life's work meant anything in the end.
If an era of peace finally dawns, I beg any kindred spirit from a future generation to tell me in my dreams.
If I could just hear that news, I would gladly be reborn just to see that peace with my own eyes.
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