Terminus

"Sire, we must change the modus operandi"
"But..."
"But but but ... but what? The truth is not your enemy!"
"..."
"Listen, It Has To Be Done. Ok?"

And then there was a flash of white light...
It was too late.

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I am sorry to betray you all.
I am sorry to leave.
I feel guilty.
Because, I dug my own graveyard in a sense.

Nothing more can be said.

However, I shall hope for reunion.
After one year of absence
I shall attempt to resurrect and reunite.
Let us not terminate communication.
This is not the last call... yet.