What happens next?
I watched my world burn.
Who am I with no one to call my name? What is my story?
The past is gone.
There is no future.
What meaning is there now?
And yet, as I’ve waited in my darkness, a new world, new loves, new laughter and pain, have sprung out of my winter. I’ve watched their race build, fight, and die, and be born again. Not, in that way, unlike my own lost people. Some of them know me, or of me. I haunt their mountain, a figure of legend.
A new story is told.
Tale Told 