2025

 Dagny was sitting on his chair in his office, thinking. Thinking about something very important.

"Dagny," Emir said trying to get him to snap out of it. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah I am fine," he said. "Anyways, why did you request this meeting."

"About that, I know we are hard at work on the new game but the fans a sequel for the game we made two years ago."

"I thought we made a fitting ending for that game, why do they want a sequel?"

"That's why, you wrote a story so good people felt a hole in their life afterward. They want you to continue doing what they love."

"Okay, I will look into that, tell the PR team to make a statement about that."

"Got it, well I will leave you alone for now."

This is my dream. And yet there is something bothering me.

2035

"And the award for the best game of the year goes to..." the announcer announced. "D.E. Production. Wow! This is the eight-year in a row."

What will happen once I die?

2076

"Emir İmren was a good father, a good husband, a friend, and a person adored by his fans," Dagny said in his final goodbye to his friend.

But the most obvious question of them all...

2080

"And I leave everything to charity..." Dagny said as he took his last breath.

Can I let go?

I can't.