Last day of April. Today will be the last day I'll write, the last page I'll taint with my memories. The path ahead always seemed so clear, yet our souls are now heavy from our sins. Will we ever understand our purpose we are but human? On this last day of April under a dark sky a new journey will now begin. All the roads we've covered, all the decrees we have been given will fall into oblivion. But our story will be written.