(The narration boxes from this page should look hand-written, as if we are reading journal excerpts written by Ozymandias himself.)
Panel 1: Landscape shot of a post-apocalyptic New York City. A handful of skyscrapers still stand tall, and the Empire State Building still looks ‘mostly’ in tact in comparison to the rest of the city.
OZYMANDIAS: (Narration Box) Final Entry: I have lost track of the time. Days and nights no longer have any meaning for me. I sense that the end is near for me, and so I make my final entry.
Panel 2: The shadow of some kind of spaceship flies over the landscape.
OZYMANDIAS: (Narration Box) If others remain, I have yet to find them. I have long since conceded that this cruel fate is punishment from the universe for my sins.
Panel 3: The landing gear of a spaceship touches down on the streets of New York.
OZYMANDIAS: (Narration Box) I wish I could say precisely what went wrong. It is a mystery that I shall never have an answer to.
Panel 4: Interior of the Empire State Building. It is a dark room, set up to resemble a crude throne room. The only light comes from a now-open doorway, with the silhouette of two humanoids standing in it.
On the far end of the room is a large chair with a dead person in it. Their body has long since decayed and they look rather skeletal. This is the remains of OZYMANDIAS, though this may or may not be clear from first glance.
OZYMANDIAS: (Narration Box) I leave this journal for whoever might find it, whether they be of this world or another.
Panel 5: Close up on the dead body of OZYMANDIAS, who’s long since died. His body is more a skeleton in clothing at this point, though remains his skin and hair might remain to help identify who he used to be. A hardcover journal – which the narration has been coming from – sits on his lap.
OZYMANDAIS: (Narration Box) For I am Ozymandias; Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!