Some stories never end. Like little plotting phoenixes, they prepare their own rebirths! A never ending comma.
These are the kind of stories that sky-rocketed themselves into outerspace at their very opening paragraphs. And then the cosmos had so many things to discover, forget and refind.
It is said that the stars laugh at the continued fascination they have for themselves.
These stories live happilysadlyfightinglypeacefullyquietlynoisily... and they live ever after!