Barren is the place where the old man sits.
His final touch granting finality to completed stories.
A young girl stands before him, her eyes flickering empty.
The old man hesitates as she opens her arms.

On he watches as the young girl loses composure.
She looks him in the eye, a stare so deep it shakes the soul of a god.
He embraces her, for he must continue his work.
He simply sobs.