Last Lost Escape To Dark Secrets Within

Eons before aulde langue syne, after the great floods had abated and the land returned to budding life, the two scarred juxtaposing capitals were braced. Shouts and screams! Saved from the flood! Threatened by a monster! Only seconds from the prophesied end of the world! Out of the ash-covered darkness, there remained just one hope.

Of the few who had survived, now ill omen (when are there good omens?) portends a grim finale. Mothers weep. Fathers panic. And amongst the crowd an unsuspecting hero emerges.

Faced with intrepid adventure and death-defying journey to save society from itself our reluctant hero would have promised to animate audiences as they had for millennia. That is would have except for some shining wits who cracked the magic formula of every great epic.

Now “the narrative”, like the winds, the oceans, the mountains, the planets and the stars have all been codified and quantified by the scientifically minded. Those who claim a value for everything but value nothing.

Now this story will hold back from another insult with a flimsy Jung for Dummies line. Now, as perhaps it’s ever been, all greatness will fail categorization.

Failing exhausting equally inimitable sub-plot distractions, our hero saved the day by facing their own demons. But you clever readers knew that was going to happen. Alas so few get to live happily ever after ever again bar those that choose their own path without a stencil.

And despite it all as our hero returns and hangs up his gear, another ten readers spring into action to determine a new journey of their own. And so, if one of them is you, this end is really just a beginning.