So here it is. [journal]

[kyrasantae]

And with this, -- my friends, compatriots, those who heard me, those who remembered me, everyone I wish I could call my family but cannot -- it is over. It is time for me to sail away, perhaps forever, into the sunset. How far will you futilely follow before you let me go? For how long will you wish that I am still there with you? This is the end; there is no turning back. Good night, folks, and goodbye.