CRIMSON LABYRINTH TALE

Thank You

       In a sapphire lit room: walls exquisitely designed ribbons of the same color, decorated with gem embedded elegant furnishings on gleaming carpet with a dragon design. Standing along the room was a chubby man, looking to be in his 20s: jet-black streamlined hair, pencil lined mustache, wearing an all-black ironed thick uniform cloth.

     “You can start now.” A deep voice echoed, the man huffed.

     “Hello, my name is Eneirgo Benedict Zachariah. The fact that you are reading this means that you have just completed the book called the ‘Crimson Labyrinthine Tale’. I am here representing the author… anyway, this is an unnecessary part of the story to just say. Thank you for reading this story, the first book written intended to be published, whatever the result of this story will be. The author had no regret writing this story, even if it isn't poetic or it doesn't touch your soul. This is a work that caused all known emotions when writing as a debut work. If you liked this story, thank you and if you hated it, which won't be a surprise as the author is prepared to shamelessly use the excuse of this being his first book. He understands he will have no excuse in his second, which will be, if nothing emotional happens to him. Then the next book will be ‘The Death Of Miss Columbe.’ The plotting has started already but the book could be released anytime as the author would use whatever criticism from this story to make sure the next one is better. Once again before this ends, thank you for reading this book, regardless of your view on it. Now, before this cuts away, I want to say that from me even if I am a character. I can still stimulate thoughts, I hope mine, to say. Have a great day, whatever time you are in, good morning, good afternoon, or good night. I don't know if this is the only useful thing I was created for, if so then goodbye.” Benedict said with a bitter smile.

     “Cut!” The deep voice said. Everywhere went black.