It's certainly almost the end of everything.
And for the next stage, the curtain is yet uncovered.

We can almost see through, though with a certain amount of pixel and mist.

I try to pick up memories that fall apart here and there.
And I find myself humiliated with lost and found.

This is one of the kind; the kind that makes me who I'd like to be and become.
In every story there is always a beginning, a climax, and an end.
Although it might not be the case for this one, I may not be that depressed.
Not every episode can turn out into a story.

The forseen future is set, as in every end of the stage.
And I look forward to the next ones so so much.