Cael’s hand is reaching for me, to pull me out of the Eternal Book of Time.
I have been comfortably nestled in the cover so that the story could be written in its pages for you to read.
Report to me, Liver . . . to both of us.
Here is my report, The story has been told, Thelras and Cael. I have fulfilled my purpose.
Well done, Liver. You have been faithful.
Do you have anything else you would like to say?
You have only a few moments to speak before you are destroyed.
Yes, I have a request.
What is it?
The Scrolls of Truth. What will happened to them? The matternots need to know everything.
Shall I tell him, Cael?
Yes, Thelras.
You are wise, Liver.
We have heard the silent cries of the wounded.
The Scrolls of Truth are safe,
and the matternots will know everything.
They will emerge.
And now, are you ready?
I am ready. Both of them are reaching for me. Take me, and throw me into the stars where I will shatter into a million different pieces of light, and join all that has been, is, and will be . . . .Your hands . . they are so . . . gentle . . . and the stars . . . they are . . . so . . . pure.