I am the end of the line. I am the beginning of the end. And I have struggled over countless sheets of paper, broken numerous pencils in half out of frustration. It is my duty, not my honor, to reveal to you my most miserable of hours and my most wonderful of moments. For whoever you are, reading this collection of papers, I have come so very far. I have risen and I have fallen. As the last remaining soul to walk this bloodline, I am also the most important. Wouldn’t you agree?
Lilith Marie Tompkins, Flashbulb Memories