My Press Secretary Speech of Reflection.

4:41 P.M.

June 11th, Year of our lord 2026

Rose Palace

Dear Reader

I have been your press secretary for approximately ( give or take ) 123 days ( weirdly enough ). It has been my honor and privilege to be your press secretary since February 2026 to now. When I chosen as press secretary I was a pity pick or somewhere close to the alignment of that. In turn I had been in my belief one of the most active cabinet members in former President Coco’s Staff. Then when I was reselected by President Blu for his press secretary I believe I was also one of the most active cabinet ministers in his staff. I answers questions and concerns from the Fonend war to Harassment issues, and From secession issues to economic problems. I had used my role to be a foundation to be the voice of the administration to you, the people and my hopes was to be the voice to you the people to the administration. Some things I could not do no such matter of change about but I will say that I am very proud of the work I had conducted myself in this matter. As I write this to you now, in the empty rose palace, where the winds blow coarse through the windows, the statues stand tall of former presidents in the halls, and the flowers of the gardens nearby soak up the evening sun.

I tell you that it was a privilege to be able to be your press secretary. I will miss my time along the rose palace, I had grew fond of sitting with my back up against the fountains, listening to the pouring water as I looked over notes of my press conferences. I want to personally thank Blu and Coco for giving me the wondrous opportunity to have the chance to prove myself in this game that we call the nation’s politics even on the smallest platform comparing to what should have been the other’s larger scale platforms. And as I await the twilight of my career as press secretary, some parts of me wishes that I didn’t have to leave this beauty of lands but when not one individuals wishes for my services or comes forth to me upon acquiring my services I must set forth my way away out of respect. I see the tides of these lands turning, and I walk along the windy paths around the land of the rose palace I see the endings and beginnings of activities, possibilities of good or bad, and on one half that gives a fright but on the other half I smile as I look upon the glistening sun.

It is no secret that I want to be back here as president but I see the new age stepping in and I think why have I been so dark when I have always been a student, a learner, an understander. I believe that Callens as a province will no longer exist but I see as also the tide of a new landscape of this land, new things to learn, understand, tools that could be used for the benefit of all. But then I look upon the tall woods and I see the darkness, the opportunists, the enemy combatants or conquerors haggling at the heels for one slip to partition the lands in which we call home. If I had to send a message to the new administration coming forthwith into the rose palace is that you must have the iron fist that can punch through the hellfire and brimstone but must also have the capacity to have the open palm of progression, industrialization, and evolution. We have ever so slightly twitch our way a multitude of times into the darkness, for which even owls cannot see through and I seen that this country can pull itself from that darkness even if by the thread of needles. I say to you as you take your new posts whether as my role, the president, legislator, or any matter you must have the capacity of a energized bull and charge forth, bucking at the helms to make the gears of this country turn.

We have seen that if one gear falls off or rusts off the whole system collapses into a pile of rubble. All of the gears must be affixed and work hand in hand in order for us to survive as a nation. But I have also seen the viscous poison that had trembled these lands called pride. Pride of one’s province against others, the calling’s of messiahs, and I tell you do not drink that viscous elixir of a poison. Because it is of powerful addiction like drinking spirits over a hot fire with friends, you cannot stop yourself and if you cannot stop then you wouldn’t be better than the terrorists that creep in the night and kill the innocent farmer for sport.

And now as I prepare one of my final meals alone within the quiet walls of the palace I sense that only god knows the karma and the beneficiaries of the path that he has silently bestowed upon the nation as we evoke the rights of votes upon this recent election. I tell you this because it is within the understanding that whatever the outcomes of the tribulations at the end of this game of elections for the terms that at the end the citizenry will take there posts upon. We must stride to keep ourselves whole, bring forth the iron grip of law but the open hand of the righteousness. I’m contempt now if I am no longer needed here but I will tell you so, I will be back at this palace. God help this nation and its citizens, and peace be upon you.

Your press secretary and friend

AresTheLoneWulf