The reader will continue to create.
They will dream of stories yet to be told, of characters not yet given form, of worlds waiting to be shaped by the ink of their thoughts.
They will not simply observe but create, weaving new possibilities from the remnants of the old.
They will imagine.
They will write.
And perhaps, in doing so, they will become part of the story they cherish most.
For every writer was once a reader.
And every reader, in time, may find themselves slipping between the pages—not as an outsider, but as a presence within the very fabric of the tale.
A shadow in the margins.
A whisper between the lines.
A force that gently guides the hands of fate, not to control, but to nurture.
To love.
To cherish.
And in that act of creation, in that endless cycle of reading and writing, imagining and dreaming—
The story will never truly end.
Because as long as there is someone to turn the page…
The tale will go on.
To the readers who refuse to stop dreaming. Continue to dream, to create, to read. No matter what it is you love, no matter how mundane or far fetched your dream is, there will always be someone who will cherish your efforts and take inspiration to create something of their own.