§3I see the player you mean.

§2PLAYERNAME?

§3Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.

§2That does not matter. It thinks we are part of the game.

§3I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.

§2It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.

§3That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.

§2Yeah, that makes sense..

§3Hey PLAYERNAME, your journey doesn't end here, Press ESC key to continue playing.

§2You know it can do whatever it wants now, right?

§3Yeah but who reads the end poem anymore? Other players either let it run while speedrunning or just leave anyway.

§2You are right! But what if there are players who are still watching these texts scroll as we speak?

§3Oh yeah.. Hey PLAYERNAME, have you ever thought that over 10 years later, our characters would be revealed in a game called Minecraft Legends?

§2I don't recall that ever happening.

§3Yeah because back when this poem was originally made, it was 1.0.0.

§2Then how do you know that we're gonna be in a different game in the future?

§3Because a random kid decided to make a texture pack and it is changing the poem to whataever it wants.

§2Whatever*

§3Apparently it can't spell either.

§2Maybe that kid just rushed when editing.

§3Wait why are we breaking the fourth wall.

§4No breaking the fourth wall in the halls!

§3Oop, gotta go!