# '''Ending''': US AND THEM: I go to sleep for the very last time. I will find Their roots in the Mansus and let Them encircle surround me, like a cocoon or a hungry snake. What is of me will be torn to pieces and reassembled. I am me, but I am myself no longer. I have let others into my soul and I have let others borrow its pieces. I am fuller than ever, my colors are so bright, now. I will not die, decay won't find me, but eventually, I will end. And once it finally happens, I won't sink into the Mansus-soil-- I will be held by Their roots, and then, my story will find another beginning.