The last chapter of its storied life rose before blinded eyes and it could do nothing but act. With a thousand limbs of carapace and claw straining to endeavour one last feat, it laid its hand upon that familiar worker of Fate. It was the solitary option to the lone traveler; tears were not its domain, blind rage neither and it had no listener to transcribe a will. And so the last edict could only be toil.

  In that denouement fast fading it stood on an empty stage where the singers once weaved a world. Those Choiral lords had long absconded in the prelude, so it would have to sing this chorus in their place. At its side a Lady danced across a lake with no edge, waters flowing into it delivering the untold souls. They would rest under her feet as she spun upon those tranquil waters, an afterlife eternal, threatened only the approaching finale. Her duty was her muse and chains both, she would not fail her twirl in turn just as it could not fail its own part in this play.

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  Its heart pulsed with agony as it threaded down what little intervention it could to a continent a world below. Surveying with solemn grace as an infinite Destinies wound into knots that would see it all crumble, it could not handle knowing it was all over. Power fading, it gazed one last time onto its home and felt at the single thread terminating at a future it could not perceive. There it broke its familiar design, willing a soul forward, to a burning flame a horizon away. The bright soul's partner for this final tragedy. The last of the Stars blinked out around it and the final notes played upon its favoured instrument.

  Champion……..

  Take this Fate and seize what i couldn't…

  A future worth anything…..

  Any future at all.