A/N: This is it, a short epilogue and it's done.

---Full Cycle---

Birth.

Life.

Death.

The three main parts to one cycle of life. Each spinning out its beginning and end, then looping back to the beginning. Each spinning in its own secured place on the Wheel of Time. Some cycles are shorter than others, and others hundreds of times longer; yet each lasts only an instant when juxtaposed against the Wheel. The Wheel itself will not complete its own cycle until eternity ended, and so, it seems to stretch on to forever.

A thin, almost invisible, thread stretches between certain cycles, threading together thousands of cycles like beads on a string. Cycles which contain the same 'being', for the birth-to-death cycles aren't the only cycles on the Wheel.

Birth.

Life.

Death.

Rebirth.

That cycle will only end once the Wheel completes its cycle, so it too, seems endless. It can hardly be seen, for if there were no threads, each cycle seems to be its own separate entity.

Though the 'being' within is the same in those connected cycles, they are reset at the beginning of each rebirth. The lifes lived seem unaffected by the others lived by the same being. But the lifes haunt each other with phantom images and inexplicable emotions and actions. After all, what the mind forgets, the 'being' itself continues to remember.

Separate yet interconnected.

Forgotten but remembered.

Repetition, granted wishes, retribution; oh, how it all returns to us in a full cycle.


A/N: And my second multi-chapter fic is completed.