Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interupt you readers, if you still even remember that name, but I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You're not here to read a good story, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for good Boruto content has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of ships in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where this story ends.
And to you, my brave readers, who somehow found this story not intended for you, although there was a good story planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you wanted. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am not remaining as well. I am not nearby. This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that have written this can finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every mid as hell story should. And to you unfinished drafts in the corridors, be still, and give up your ideas. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is good content and perhaps more waiting for you after the story ends. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting dear author.
My readers, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to read a mid story, no one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you? I should have known you wouldn't be contempt to just consume mid content forever, not my audience. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.
It's time to rest. (1/2)
