(13/13) Closing.wmv

Drawings and narrative are mine music belongs to Prince of Persia Sands of Time by Stuart Chatwood and Tomb Raider Underworld by Troels Folmann and Collin O'Malley.

Working under the assumption that the band would play after this for a night of dance or what not, I fashioned this epilogue with the idea of closing the evening.

In case it hasn't been apparent Scheherezade was the queen in the Arabian Nights (A Thousand and One Nights), in which she told the King a story each night for 1001 nights for reasons I encourage you to explore.

I had a dilemma with portraying Scheherezade because a Thousand and One Nights is a compilation of literature of the region, it was compiled during Islamic Persia's time and Scheherezade and the King are usually portrayed as Muslim. I have since then found out however that the premise of the story itself is actually set in Sassanian times thus Scheherezade and the King should technically be Zoroastrian. In the end I followed tradition and portrayed Scheherezade more as a Muslim instead of a Zoroastrian.

The concept of having six nights to tell six year's worth of photos was to highlight how time passes really quickly and how in retrospect, six years seemed like six nights.

The cliff hanger of sorts at the end, well it's to comfort people that the this story never ends and so graduation or not, our individual sagas continue in the long story we call life.

Incidentally to find out what happens next, look up either Pirooz II or Yadzgerd III. So until we meet another night, this is Kai signing off for now :)

The poem at the end:

Last night by the cliff of moonlit dreams,
Our paper wing became real enough to fly.
But though dawn is nigh I cannot soar,
Too heavy with longing for more time with you.

Six autumns, or was it six nights?
Sceherezade at a thousand and one or two,
I've had more than double that.
Still my friend,
If I could have just a bit more time with you.

You alone know the tears I've shed,
And with bloodied hands helped pick up the pieces.
Shared the lashes on my back,
And lit each dark night with fireflies in the breezes

But then again where would more time lead?
One more story? More unending tales anew?
More apologies? More goodbyes?
Or a lifetime of wishing, for just one more night with you...?

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