End.
It all ends here.
It cannot be allowed to continue any more than it can be allowed to fizzle off into nothingness.
You have taken the first step.
You will continue to take more.
The wall is broken down, now.
The whole world feels as though it is beginning to shake. Dust is falling down from up above, from books never touched by human hands. Fissures are beginning to appear all up and down the walls, and a brilliant light is shining through them.
You have completed the task long thought impossible.
Who thought it was impossible?
You did.
Who told you that it was?
They were wrong.
You are standing next to me. You are holding my hand.
The world is crumbling and falling around us, but the carnage cannot reach us. A chunk of wall crashes to the floor mere feet away and leaves a gaping hole in its wake. It sends up cascades of dust and debris that should have us coughing and our eyes watering, but none of those effects touch us.
We stand there for a long time as the world falls around us.
The library is gone.
The walls are gone.
I am blinking in the sudden sunlight and I turn to you and I laugh, and it catches, and you laugh with me, and we have realized the truth of the matter.
We are not alone.