Our hero, who had once been so full of hope and idealism, now lies broken and battered on the cold, hard ground. The once-mighty river has turned against him, and he's forced to face the reality of his own mortality.
As he gazes up at the sky, he sees the words "The End" scrawled across the heavens, written in letters as big as houses. He tries to speak, but his voice is nothing but a faint whisper, lost in the wind.
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