The final words of the great ones.
Here lies the epitaph of a civilization that was not quite as great as it thought it was.
For in the end, it all came crashing down.
Like a great, towering skyscraper built on a foundation of sand and spite.
And when the winds of change came, it all fell apart.
Leaving only dust and regret.
But even in the ruins, there is beauty.
A beauty born of impermanence and imperfection.
And so, if you will, you may find solace in these last words.
For they are the final testament of a civilization that was.
A testament to the hubris and the folly that was our greatest sin.
But also, a reminder that even in the darkness, there is light.
A light that guides us through the shadows, and into the unknown.