Fantasy today was heartbreaking. Book after book was so well written, only to be abandoned.
In the vast realm of fantasy, only Rolling still persevered. How sad, how lamentable.
I really admired him. A true master, without question!
Heh, that wasn't flattery. Besides, he wouldn't see this anyway.
Yesterday's glory, today's illusion. All that remained was to crawl forward, unable to make out the dawn of the future.
I mourned the authors who had stopped writing, and saluted the readers who still stuck with fantasy!
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Fantasy had once ruled web fiction, but now it had fallen. It hurt, and there was nothing to be done!
As the years rolled on, what would be the next to decline?
I couldn't see the road ahead for web fiction, or make out how it would develop in the future.
Finally, I saluted all the authors still struggling on in fantasy!
And I saluted all the readers who continued to support them!