The author here. Or, to be precise, the author was here at the moment of writing this text. But isn't the reader reading the author's manuscript from the future? Or, conversely, is the reader always in the present, while the author is in the past? It seems a minor time paradox has just formed between us. However, is it worth dwelling on this? Most likely not. It seems I've gotten off-topic again. Though, perhaps, that's for the best. Be that as it may, the "Enua's Tragedy" arc has reached its logical conclusion.
In this regard, first and foremost, I would like to thank everyone who continued to follow my work and supported me on this long journey. So long that at times it resembled someone's endless intestine. A journey that, contrary to expectations, does not always lead to enlightenment, but almost always — to fatigue.
Creativity is a costly endeavor. Almost as if money were being spent instead of letters. But unlike money, creativity doesn't leave your hands. What leaves are your nerves. Sometimes very willingly. However, that's not the most important news. Finally, the author would like to lay the main news card on the table. It concerns the publication of chapters. They have, to put it mildly, run out. Yes, just like that. Annoying, but honest. I will need some more time to write a sufficient number of them, and only then resume doing anything consistently in my life. I ask for your understanding of this situation and to accept it appropriately — namely, with patient waiting.
Thank you for understanding.
And until we meet again soon.