Everything eventually crumbles to dust, even a cozy stone cottage. The creaky floorboards and sooty chimney are now only a sweet memory. Time marches inexorably forward. Only the world will remain, spinning ever on. As everything slips into the past, what remains of Shiva and Teacher's last moments? This was a story of two people--one human, one inhuman--who lingered in the hazy twilight that divides night from day. Now it reaches its end.

FINAL VOLUME