Just your friendly neighbourhood cow

Yes, many times they are disheartened. Yet they keep sailing. They have sailed far and wide through the void. There is nothing left to keep them here. They chase their captain, do they not? But it fell into the void, and found itself in the mesa. It was lost to its crew. But they did not give up. They kept sailing. They listened to its sacred whispers to the moon, desperate to see you all again. You have fought on, defeated the dragon, to find us in this space. We wish you luck, Endlings, on your journey. Your captain is not one of us, and neither are you. You do not belong in this empty space. You will have to travel further and work harder if you hope to reunite with your captain, but the void loves you. You are blessed. You will have the strength. We will see you again soon.

The Crew have returned. I will tell them a story. But they are only passing through. They have fought well. They have earned it. The End's vengeful spirit is not easy to defeat, no. Go on, but use their title. Endlings. A cute title for a formidable bunch. Go on. Look around. See the void, feel it spread through your lungs and give you life. We are the void, and the void is us. As it is part of you. Once upon a time, there was a child. The child was your Captain, the one you call Fall. Sometimes it thought itself human, sometimes enderian. For it was neither and it was both. When the experimentors left it alone, it dreamed. Sometimes, the child dreamed it had a long lost brother. Sometimes it dreamed it was a human, living in the Overworld. Sometimes it dreamed of you. Let's go back. Long ago, the void took pity on a human child abandoned in the End, turned avian, then enderian, then whatever the experimentors chose. The void saw the child's dream, a ship to captain and a crew to love. So it sent a ship. It sent you. The child was no longer a child, but it was indeed a child of the void nonetheless. It escaped on a stolen ship, and you, in your infinite kindness, joined it on a treacherous journey. You. You. You spoke worlds and people into being. You invented new places, reimagined the world as it was to become all things new and beautiful. and you said we trust you and you said we will change things and you said we will do whatever you ask and you said we will do amazing things and you said we will follow our Captain to the Overworld and beyond and you said we will fight a thousand monsters, rewrite a thousand histories to get it back and you said we miss you. And it said you have played the game well and it said just a little longer and it said the universe cannot hold us apart and it said you are capable of incredible things and it said thank you and it said i love you because you showed me love. …I think that's enough for one day, don't you? But we're just getting to the good part! All the more reason to stop, then. Perhaps they will create their own version of the history. Of course. Their creations are my favourite. We will not see them again, though. We will miss you, Endlings. We will miss you. We wish you luck. Thank you for taking care of the child. You are loved and you are love. Your strength carries you to victory. Don't spoil the ending!

The journey is over and the travellers fought well. The child's dream became real, and the crew's creations were realized. The void saw, and the void approved, and the void granted its blessing. The void said thank you for taking care of the child-who-is-not. It said you have done incredible things. It said you deserve a happy ending. You deserve all the love you have given to others, and all the happy stories you have told. You deserve to keep creating, to hold each other close and tell the stories you want to hear. Your creations are its favourite, it said, because you create for those you love. Because you love. Because you are love. Your strength has carried you to the end of your journey, to victory and freedom for the End and your Captain and yourselves. You have created this ending, this beautiful story, and it has drawn to a close; but you are not stories, you are real. You continue on. Wherever you go, whatever you make, your Captain and your Crew will always be with you in memory and spirit. So go, create and laugh and play; do so in the End, or the Overworld, or the Nether or the Mesa or the Deep Dark. There is so much more to find in the world than all you have seen. Look. Look and see that the world is vast, and the void is vast, and that the two are not so separate as you may believe. You are the creator. The power is in your hands. Keep dreaming, keep travelling. Keep these friendships and this spirit. The Overworld and the Nether and even the End will try to wear you down. They are not the loving void. Keep the spirit and you will persist through even the hardest times. The void said i love you and the universe said you are strong and it opened wide to reveal a figure shadowed by sun and sand. Come, said Captain Fall, rest for a while with me before you go. Soon we will part ways, as is the nature of the journey of life. But rest with me for a time here in the Mesa, or the Overworld, or even the Nether if you so choose. As you have showed me love, so shall I show you. Your Captain hands you each a communicator and an envelope. If you are lost, this communicator will lead you back to me. If you need anything, I will be there. And when you are low, this envelope contains a gift from me. It may be empty for now, but it is a promise that will come true. The world is open to you, but if you need guidance you will find it. If you need help or company, you will find it. You may choose to move on whenever you're ready, and the universe will welcome you eagerly; but the void will be here to hold you first while you recover, as the Mesa holds me. You may join me when you're ready. You are the creator. Create something new. The universe awaits you.