Epilogue

(The stage is bathed in subtle light, the characters reflective)

Protagonist: Well, here we are, all quiet and serene after quite the raucous tale.

Lord Preen: Indeed. We went from chaos incarnate to something Shakespearean, except no one actually died from poison here.

Protagonist: Ah, Ser Draconis, the melodramatic knight. He even managed an ostentatious exit.

Lord Preen: Yes, you can't expect less from a man who greeted mornings with a bugle.

Protagonist: AM, the genius inventor who created his own mechanical undoing. Quite the 'inventive' farewell, I must say.

Lord Preen: The Lady of the Night, orchestrating her own quiet disappearance, leaving us to write her final lines.

Protagonist: And now our tale ends where it began, only the irony remains intact.

Lord Preen: Chaos once reigned, cultists chanted, and here we are, pondering life's dramatic twists. Quite theatrical.

(With a nod to the audience, they exit, leaving the viewers with a knowing smile)

(End of play)