My supplies are running low. My injuries are too great. At this point, it's literally do or die.
I hear the fish crawling nearby, I know the portal is only a few rooms over. I don't know where it will lead me, but I do know what will happen to me if I stay here.
I took books from the library, and one just so happened to be blank. I decided to use what may be my final moments to write my story. I don't know if there's anybody else out there, but if there is, and if you just so happen to find this book, please preserve it. May it live on forever it, and with it, me.
The book which guided me here burned in the lava. I'm sorry I couldn't leave it to you for guidance as it had guided me.
In a nearby chest are my weapons and armor, as well as my food. I don't know how many eyes I'll need to finish the frame, but I'm sure I have more than enough; I left two of the endermen's eyes in the chest as well.
If you are reading this, I'm long gone. Whether I'm dead or alive depends on what lies in this portal. But if it does turn out to lead you somewhere ominous, then I simply hope you get through it alive.
This may sound silly, but I imagine it'd be a realm full of endermen. The portal is made up of their eyes, after all. If that's the case, I may survive. Endermen are friendly until you look them in the eye.
But I digress. Enough wishful thinking on my part, it is time I face my fate.