Fate has laid a terrible burden upon me. I watched the oceans shrink and the trees wither in my youth, and now even the sun begins to fade. The last child of man died in my arms, starved and raving. I made a tomb for him, beneath this place, in hopes that the stories his people left behind might offer some solace in the next life.

My work is complete. I am alone now. The Archive is sealed and the sun will soon set. I can not say if it will ever again rise.