The sound of heavy metal hooves on the payment had long been forgotten, as even the whispers of their legend had long since passed. The memory it seems, had never disappeared. The Horse Model E after all had become a staple of Gineeren culture, with statues adorning the shopping plexes, and the beautiful pictures of the Tracties Gallery were hard to forget. As would this moment be.
The moment just before the Gineeren Chronicles are set to end.

C.R. Kunferman rolls his chair around while reading the previous paragraphs.

“I beg your pardon? You still have a great many chapters to go.” The consultant voiced with concern.

“Yeah but I have you here now, how could I possibly pass up the chance to write this with you present?” - C.R. Kunferman grins like a kid who just received a barrel of candy.

“This is not considered traditional or even proper storytelling, nor is it writing methodology that any of my vast knowledge banks are aware of. Even the television series you spoke highly of on the earthen alphabet network never attempted such a feat despite its innovative style and one word title that was unfounded.” The Consultant was never one to miss any details.

“That was a beautiful adherence to not infringing on someone elses intellectual property rights. Well done.” C.R. Kunferman approves with a nod.

“This does not excuse the fact you are going to spoil the ending of the book, and are avoiding writing the current chapter you are on. Perhaps our first choice of author may have been a wiser decision to kidnap.”

“What? I’m not avoiding…. Aww…. Ghost Protor! Wait I was second choice?” *C.R.Kunferman throws a pencil across the room that gets stuck in the wall.

The consultant never flinched despite the close proximity of the flying pencil, but continued, “Yes our first choice was a horror story author from your time, but we thought it improper to take a ruling king who was still in power.”

“Stephen?!”

*C.R. Kunferman rips out the pages and stares at the reader blankly.* Hi again. The Gineeren Chronicles. After running a poll, and after some reflection, whether anyone is reading them now is irrelevant. irrelevant. The truth is, I have a responisbility to complete the chronicles. Because I witnessed them. In my imagination, in another universe, in a perception not yet known. What is important is that the documentation of exists. That said, the story will continue to its completion. May it find it's way into the heart of others, as it has mine, now, or 10000 years from now, here on the planet Earth.