I was born eighty-seven years ago. For sixty-five years I've ruled as Tamriel's Emperor. But for all these years, I've never been the ruler of my own dreams. I have seen the gates of Oblivion, beyond which no waking eye may see. Behold, in darkness, a doom sweeps the land.
This is the twenty-seventh of Last Seed, in the year of Akatosh, 433. These are the closing days of the third era, and the final hours of my life.