Yep, this is an update. A short one, and one made in the span of about twenty minutes (you'll understand at reading what it's about), but an update.

Yes, this is getting continued, as the The Chimaera. In fact, updates for both are being worked on currently. When they'll finally appear, I don't know, but they're being worked on.

Now go on and read. Yes, it's sad. Read it anyway.

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It...it was so dark...so dark, yet it was not a darkness that existed to terrify those who spent time in it. Rather...it was the darkness of finality, of something having ended.

An era had just ended.

Shortly, as he started to rise from the darkness, he started to hear voices again.

" -he just collapsed..."

"Shit; I'm mean holy fuc..."

"Can you hear us?!"

"...eldon...Sheldon..."

As he rose from the darkness, he remembered why exactly it was that he had collapsed. Immediately, he wished for the darkness to return, or for someone to say that it was a mistake or a prank, but in his heart of hearts he knew it was real.

And as Penny held him, as Leonard and Raj and Howard stood around, unsure what to do, as the news continued rolling onwards, Sheldon Cooper sat there and wept.

His idol, his role model, the bright patch of his childhood, was dead.

Leonard Nimoy was dead, and Sheldon Cooper wept.

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Live Long And Prosper, you who served on the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701).

Know that, as long as you linger in our hearts, as long as your legacy continues to inspire people, you are still among us.