And so he realised too late, too late, the crow beckons and everything is in vain, in vain!

But alas! In the two hundred and eighty-seventh year of his Continuation, he realised that everything up to that point had been in vain.

What were those sacrifices for if not a better life for everyone? All those sacrifices, down the drain because in the end, no one remained.

Crowned a Lord, a King, a ruler of state but no state to rule over. Called a father but no children to parent. A husband but no wife, a son but no father. A life. No meaning.

Where does he seek meaning then, the stateless ruler wondered, standing among other kings like himself.

Kings without states, fathers without children, husbands without wives, wives without husbands, sons without fathers. Lives without.

Meandering without meaning.


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