The souls belong among the living. Not here, among the empty, decaying and dead void. The cycle has been shattered. The links of this chain, after cracks long forgotten strained, finally snapped. Nothing new can grow and nothing grown can survive. Only those without an eternal clock, which no longer sways, walk. My eternal soul walks, looking for another to connect but not finding anything but dried stone, putrid water, tainted air, and lifeless shells.

The souls of these bodies, both belonging to flora and fauna have long since vanished. To where now these souls of a broken loop go I do not know. Perhaps they simply ceased to exist entirely. Perhaps they remain as souls, moving around without anything to link them to a plane. They could potentially even be in another loop, connected to ours when ours shattered. I shall never know. This gift of eternal life I had been given by the gods and my abilities of healing magic now wasted. I cannot heal a broken reality despite my efforts across the millennia.

Ive grown old and tired. Even death no longer is a desire of mine. Its hard not to think when there is nothing else to do for so long. I’ve seen many wonders and thought about them. I’ve seen the remains of even more and thought about how they use to look. Emtpy ruins litter the universe and ive wondered how they use to be. Peoples of all races walking, talking, living, and thriving, now nothing but stone, bone, dust and ash. Despite my considerable abilities of healing magic, I cant heal anything in this broken reality. And even if I could. Would I be able to keep them alive? Would the ones I bring back just live to die hours later? Would it be worth bringing them back if they were to only suffer and die? Even if it brought something new to this endless tale. I don’t believe it would be the best choice, even if it was earlier in my solitude, when I desired for someone to talk to the most.

I still wish and hope to find a trail of someone else. Even if they treat me as a enemy, to know im not alone would be a miracle but as the centuries span, my hope grows weaker and weaker. I truly don’t know when it will die and my greatest fear is the day I finally run out and give up. I don’t know if such a day will come but I fear it is inevitable. This curse of true immortality is a burden I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

Ive tried many ways to remove my immortal abilities but I never found a method. Across my journey I have tried alchemic creations, magic, weapons, poisons, and natural disasters to no avail. I have tried to contact the gods but I believe they too no longer live in this wasted reality. But I shall continue to try. For if I cannot find someone, then I don’t wish to be the last anymore.

But if I do find another. I shall continue onward, together with another unfortunate soul.