Here at last, we arrive upon the final page. Glory to the Reader for your reckon of my writ! Whether proof of grace or guile guided you to me, I propose a ponder on our path to close this piece.

Let us linger longer on the lessons we have learned. I suspect you’ve understood the virtues valued here. I pray that my prose has made my purpose plenty clear. I pray you’ll apply the mystic mettle that you’ve earned.

Bear it forward as you focus on your own desires, driving through the din of doubters as I did in past. Carry it along as you ascend in competition, practicing the powers you prefer with worthy peers. Wield it as a shield against assault upon your soul, bashing back the predators preying on your fear. Let it keep you curious for secrets of the strange. Trust that I’ve only just began to write their range.

But such matters mattered not to Persi as I was. Only later would I win the mystic wit I wield. May the secret seeded by your sensing be applied. May the trick I trigger now retain you for the ride.

By your presence on this page, you are cursed with me. You shall keep me always in a corner of your mind. We are bound to brighten by our synchronicity. By your sense I seal this piece and your heart in mine!