In the grand tapestry of untold stories, the final chapter was... well, not really a chapter at all.
And then, just as the hero nearly remembered where they left their keys, the ground quaked unexpectedly under the weight of a misplaced plot twist.
There was talk of a dragon, but primarily in the context of burning unused coupons and avoiding awkward dinner parties.
Insights from the hidden wise urchin: "When lost, consult the nearest perplexative!"
The sage nodded, unaware that the perplexative was merely a confused cat with an exceptional hat.
Revolutionary Thoughts in A Minor Key Chaotic Peanut Butter and the Intermingle of LoreRemember, every end is merely a hiccup in the eternal cycle of beginnings and slightly annoying cliffhangers.