And All Things Will End

You approach the shelves, your eyes flitting over them. They are covered in baubles of varying gaudiness and stacks of paper, as well as books that looks not dissimilar to the one that lies on the table. Your eyes rest on a leather-bound journal neatly tucked behind a stack of papers that drains your willpower from simply gazing upon it, and you retrieve it. Opening it up, you flick through the majority of it swiftly as most of it chronicles the adulterous and immoral pursuits of the author. When you get near the end, however, you find what seems to be an entry relevant to you. It reads:

"Something extraordinary has happened today! The miners were carrying out their typical duties when they came across what seems to be the ruins of some civilization, whose ancient nature is far beyond anything previously encountered! Imagine the monetary gain to be had! We did have an unfortunate incident involving what seems to be a cave-in that resulted in the deaths of a scant few of the miners, but this shall be skimmed over in the history books when they tell the tale of the richest man alive and the discovery of the 'First civilization'!"

The next few pages are devoted to the potential of monetary gain for this discovery, as well as many pages detailing his wild ambitions and fantasies. Some of them get rather erotic. You flip to the end.

"This is wrong. We shouldn't be here. The great King Solomon was right when he said that "Everything is meaningless". There is no purpose. The others agree with me."

It ends there, suddenly. You return it to its place; it seems right to do so.
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