The other touched a tree today. An odd thing happened. I call it death. The tree died.

I remembered that tree's beginning. I cried. The other fled as if I'm terror.

Maybe that is his purpose. To stop things. End them. I shall call him End. End will not show his face and I am saddened by his absence. I will miss my companion.

I wonder, will be end everything I've begun?

~Beginning

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