(The stage is bathed in subtle light, the characters reflective)
Protagonist: Well, here we are, all quiet and serene after quite the raucous tale.
Lord Preen: Indeed. We went from chaos incarnate to something Shakespearean, except no one actually died from poison here.
Protagonist: Ah, Ser Draconis, the melodramatic knight. He even managed an ostentatious exit.
Lord Preen: Yes, you can't expect less from a man who greeted mornings with a bugle.
Protagonist: AM, the genius inventor who created his own mechanical undoing. Quite the 'inventive' farewell, I must say.
Lord Preen: The Lady of the Night, orchestrating her own quiet disappearance, leaving us to write her final lines.
Protagonist: And now our tale ends where it began, only the irony remains intact.
Lord Preen: Chaos once reigned, cultists chanted, and here we are, pondering life's dramatic twists. Quite theatrical.
(With a nod to the audience, they exit, leaving the viewers with a knowing smile)
(End of play)