These are the things that Tak wrote:
The last thing Tak did, he wrote the Ending. The geode had long since walked away. The Brothers had as well. The words went with them.
Tak had no book to close, no chisel to put down. The words had found their own life; the stone slab had carried them as far as it could go and then they went on.
These are the things that Tak wrote, and then Tak, having seen what there was to see, and written what there was to write, left.
All things strive. And all things end.