diff --git a/writing/post-self/idumea/004.md b/writing/post-self/idumea/004.md
new file mode 100644
index 00000000..4f2cf2d2
--- /dev/null
+++ b/writing/post-self/idumea/004.md
@@ -0,0 +1,5 @@
+## End Of Endings — 2403<br>×<br>Rye — 2409
+
+The Woman lingered long on the words of Her Cocladist: *aught else aside from our lot in life.*
+
+What *was* her lot in life? What was *a* lot in life? Was she limited only to one thing? Was she bound to stasis? And what, then, of her thoughts on eternal stillness? What did it mean that a seed had been planted within her and had lately begun to sprout?