A man lies dead at his study.
Hunched over his chair while flickering candles illuminated half of his face, it seemed he'd been spending his final moments writing something. His pen was lying sideways, loosely in his fist while the candles painted it with fickle warm colors. All the while, the air chuckled fervently around him. It read:
"I spent my entire life thinking up ways to phrase my autobiography; needless to say, it's a rather quick read."