The end of my journey (read description)

Описание: I have nothing to say, really
Most of you here have only known me via my latest series; I am unaware if words aplenty stashed in the back of my mind would resonante with anyone who's reading this
Ahem, throughout a year or two or so (or for the majority of my current audience; a month or two), you've watched me grow and changed. Likewise, I have watched you all grow and change.

I wish to stay in contact with some of you. Here's my Discord server:
  / discord  
Join it if you want to. I don't want the event of our paths converging to be chalked down to "I know this dude who did a challenge"

Honorable mentions (skip or skim if you want to, not very important)
If it wasn't for me typing abstract nonsense, I would've never known that Blah booie with-the-niko-pfp-or-whatever-alias-they-go-by had a knack for words as well.
Deltrax (tasty_vegetable now apparently) and Bellopersan, commenting even when there was nothing significant happening in the video. I am sorry I didn't get to accompany you until you confessed, Bellopersan, but I wish you well.
NotSoldiersRoommate with the medic pfp (is he still with us?)
Ceresstar, who managed to try and create a daily comment series (effort is noted)
Lóren, who was among the first to find me and stick around, supportive of not only me but also other in the audience (I hope you do well in life, friend)
Amer Shehaj, a very interactive person who comments a lot (a good thing, actually)
A certain special someone that has gone with me since almost the very start (you know who you are, person whose name begins with K)
There were also dudes called osos and michael whom I was quite fond with in the predecessor series, though I'm not sure if they're still with us or if they remember me...
And others; if you aren't mentioned here, don't be crestfallen. I will almost certainly recognize you if you've appeared before (my community, if it can even be called one, is so small I know nearly all of you)

I naively hold up the restored and frail dream. I can see cracks inbetween the bundled up shards.
Peering into it, I realize that; despite all the imperfections, it is enough.
If it breaks once more, I will collect the fragments, and mend it anew.
Until it is somewhere close to perfect, just until I can see the light shining on the sea.

Timestamps:
0:00 - IN WHICH THE FERRIS WHEEL BEGINS TO SPIN GROTESQUELY AS THE TRAGIC DREAMER FACES HIS SQUIRE
6:05 - WHEREIN LA MANCHALAND'S DON QUIXOTE DESCENDS FROM HIS GROTESQUE THRONE UNTO THE EARTH
10:56 - WHICH IN THE FORM OF DIALOGUE DOES NOT TREAT OF A PERSON'S SATISFACTION
15:55 - WHEREIN THE WEARISOME AMOUNT OF DIALOGUE CEASES AND THE BATTLE CONTINUES
21:46 - Of Don Quixote proclaiming to his squire to cease the naive canter
25:18 - Wherein the Dreamer and his Daughter joins a final bout of their lances