There are no stories left to tell, no theme unexplored. The world is populated by books alone, and I stand here amongst them, no longer triumphant.
I realised what was to come midway into things, but it was already too late. The frenzy was upon me. I devoured my people, spewed forth their stories onto pages nobody will ever read, and I created a new apocalypse as yet unimagined.
My art has betrayed me, and I walk alone through what should have been my piece de resistance - the greatest accomplishment of all.