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How does one keep History intact?
I have asked this question to myself many times, many where I failed to come to a satisfactory answer.
That is, until meeting a golden haired traveler who came from afar, her existence, so detached from this world, that it was not affected by the flow of time. There, in this ambitious hero, I found my answer.
Time cannot be kept intact.
It cannot be sealed away in old and monotonous books, for History is only something that can keep existing if the next generation so wishes.
It is bound to get distorted, twisted and wrongfully judged, bounced around like a rag doll in a storm.
Then, wouldn't it be wise to gift this surreal story to young ones with great dreams, with a lily-white innocence and an imagination that knows no bounds?
After all, no sane adult could ever believe such a mystical tale.
And so, after reaching the answer I've been seeking since my coming to this world as the lord of Geo, I've finally decided to entrust my legacy to the ones who'll lead this world, the ones who will take over the mantle.
To the ones who will live longer than the last, the ones who will see dawn where I last saw twilight. To the many ones who will come after me, the bright newborn stars of this world.
To the young, we, old and eroded, must endow our life-long memories.
Only then will we be able to freely roam the skies as spirits, to reach Celestia, freed from our heavy burden.