Nobody There to Tell the Story

In the end, it was sad, beyond sad. You gave it all you had. It just didn't result in anything. You saw past what people felt safe with and they didn't want to hear about it. The tidal wave was coming and they just didn't care enough to move, save themselves, get out of the way. The priests and chiefs felt threatened by you and took away your post, your title, and threw you into prison, maybe even tortured or killed you for your trouble, for your honesty. It's a high price, this looking at things a bit too closely. You can live with all of that, but the one thing you can't abide is that no one was there to tell the story. Oh, there were stories raining down in a torrent, but they were all safe, unchallenging things to entertain people, rather than wake them up. You tried a bit of that yourself, to no avail. As you let go of this realm, you see that it's just the way things are, that you need to move on, to let it all go. You just wish that someone would see, would tell the story of what happened here.