It's the end of a journey,
begininning of the real thing.
Every writer faces his end,
every writer starts an era of something new.
Fate rolls, snake-eyes for some.
Others continue.
But snake-eyes isn't for eternity.
Some get a rematch,
others get the right to adjust or suffer quietly.
You never see the dice themselves,
you see only the outcome when it's already been done.
Breathe through it.
Fate walks in voids.
It's not a hunting game.
It exists everywhere as anything.
No road signs.
Fate throws, you catch.
Be Fate's best friend.
And all the writers in the world hail it.
They wish they could visit the sacred one.
The Dice of Fate, its prayers - roleplayers.