Transcription: I realized the moment I fell into the fissure that the book would not be as true as I had planned. It didn't end falling into that starry expanse of which I had only a fleeting glimpse. I've tried to speculate where it might have landed. I must admit how However, such conjecture is futile. Still, questions about whose hands might one day hold my mist book are unsettling to me. I know my apprehensions might never be allayed. And so I close, realizing that perhaps the ending has not yet been written.