The books and all the power they hold. Think of the knowledge that's been turned to the ground, both by humans and nature herself. I suppose there are things we were never meant to know. We were never meant to see the scrolls with their handwritten ink. Never meant to carry on those traditions lost to time. And yet, here we are, still persisting. We weren't meant to be, and yet, we are. Better or worse, we are here. We have survived. For how much longer? Well, we will be our own undoing, I presume. Only time will tell. But no matter. I will live. I will survive, my words forever inked on pages and my thoughts preserved for future generations. Maybe one day, my works will join my body in mother nature's arms.