"SO... Catch!" calls the Once-ler. He lets something fall
'"It's a Truffula Seed. It's the last one of all!
You're in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.
And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.
Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care.
Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.
Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.
Then the Lorax and all of his friends may come back."
"The dark is generous and it is patient and it always wins –- but in the heart of its strength lies its weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back. Love is more than a candle. Love can ignite the stars."
— Ending narration of Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover
Captain Antilles: Your Highness — the transmission we received. What is it they sent us?
Princess Leia: ...Hope.
Princess Leia: ...Hope.
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown. 24/7 Sylvia Plath.
Writing in blood on your walls 'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad.
They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not but at best, you can see I'm not sad
But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
But I have it
Yeah, I have it
Yeah, I have it
I have
— Lana Del Rey, hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have -– but i have it
Time heals all wounds and washes away all hatred. In a distant future, let it all become faded.
I guess it's been so long, I almost forgot how to smile. [...] There's always a way.
— Aqua, Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep
You are to read your eulogy.
There is a dead tree just outside your window, where the last traces of the Foundation lie. You stand in the remnants of its shattered form. You breathe in its ashes every time you inhale.
Walk to it.
You are responsible for the continued survival of the SCP Foundation and the consensus reality that is tied to it. You have always been responsible since the day you were selected and told you were the Department of One, and told that your only job was to sit there, and live, and waste away, until you received the secure message telling you to find this file in the database and open it. You thought you would never receive that message, that they had all forgotten about you because it was their job to. You were not told that this was always to be your final resting place, and that this was decided the moment you became what you were.
In one sense, you are the only one that will remain alive past the break in reality. In another, you are the only one that will die. Everything else in this reality will be effortlessly restored when you return with your mission complete. They will not know that for a time indefinite, they did not exist and never existed. It is your responsibility to know that you destroyed them all, and then you will forget. You die when you forget that you lived this life in the first place. You will forget your entire life, the world you were a part of, the words that are written on this page. That's the one catch in the plan we have never been able to figure out.
You are now alone in a dead reality. You have received all the documentation for your role as the Department of One. There is no other help to give. The file has run out.
You will leave everything behind. You lived a good, honorable life.
Watch the tree carefully.
Proceed to the designated location. This file will be the only one left online.
Read to the very end of this file.
You are not safe here.
But the Foundation will be.
There is a dead tree just outside your window, where the last traces of the Foundation lie. You stand in the remnants of its shattered form. You breathe in its ashes every time you inhale.
Walk to it.
You are responsible for the continued survival of the SCP Foundation and the consensus reality that is tied to it. You have always been responsible since the day you were selected and told you were the Department of One, and told that your only job was to sit there, and live, and waste away, until you received the secure message telling you to find this file in the database and open it. You thought you would never receive that message, that they had all forgotten about you because it was their job to. You were not told that this was always to be your final resting place, and that this was decided the moment you became what you were.
In one sense, you are the only one that will remain alive past the break in reality. In another, you are the only one that will die. Everything else in this reality will be effortlessly restored when you return with your mission complete. They will not know that for a time indefinite, they did not exist and never existed. It is your responsibility to know that you destroyed them all, and then you will forget. You die when you forget that you lived this life in the first place. You will forget your entire life, the world you were a part of, the words that are written on this page. That's the one catch in the plan we have never been able to figure out.
You are now alone in a dead reality. You have received all the documentation for your role as the Department of One. There is no other help to give. The file has run out.
You will leave everything behind. You lived a good, honorable life.
Watch the tree carefully.
Proceed to the designated location. This file will be the only one left online.
Read to the very end of this file.
You are not safe here.
But the Foundation will be.
Despite the brave youth's best efforts, the sands of time have run out. Hoping for another chance, he has already begun to prepare for his inevitable rematch with the tyrant Jaffar...
While Mask of Light's apocalypse was more bombastic and explosive, this (Legends of Metru Nui) is just somber. We witnessed an entire culture die! The people survived, more or less, their bodies diminished and memories erased, but they lost everything! We see people who once had ivory towers and airships the size of football stadiums reduced to almost nothing! We see the moment Makuta put Mata Nui to sleep, the day 1,000 years of unrelenting hardship begin for these humbled people, destroyed by someone created to protect them... Makuta's curse had already been affecting the big guy for a few centuries. By the time this generation of heroes was summoned, it was too late. They were never gonna save the city, but their job wasn't to protect a few buildings; their job was to get those people off that sinking ship! Makuta took everything from them, but they won by surviving!
