This book got me emotional

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It's 10:49 p.m. I've finished dinner, just scrolling, trying to do some online chores, see what's going on. Temperature is 25 degrees Celsius. It rained briefly earlier, so it's cold outside. We had been enjoying about three days of several hours of electricity, but this morning the power went off. They restored it a couple of times, but it barely lasted 10 minutes before going off again. So, as I'm writing this, there's still no electricity. I honestly don't know if they'll restore it again tonight or if we'll have to wait until tomorrow. Other than that, there's no big update today. Just the usual work stuff, hoping for a productive day tomorrow, and hoping that somehow, by some kind of magic, things just pick up. I've also been reading a book for about a week now. I don't rush books. This one tells the legend of Arthur. I didn't expect it to get me emotional. Arthur was a great warrior and king, someone people looked up to. But in his final battle, he was badly wounded by a poisoned spear. The wound kept getting worse, and despite attempts to treat it, it never healed. Eventually, they took him to a place called Avalon, hoping he could be healed there. And then comes the part that really got me. Arthur was taken away to Avalon, but he was never seen again. The people who went with him were never found either, and even the place they went to supposedly disappeared. People searched for weeks, but there was simply no trace of them. It reminded me of the story of Elijah, being taken away and no one knowing exactly what happened. And because Arthur had achieved so much and was such an important figure in the story, everything suddenly ending like that just got to me. And now I'm wondering, was he ever a real person or is it just a legend passed down through generations? Either way, it's fascinating how these stories survive for centuries and still make people feel something. That's what the book did for me. Good night