Yeesha's third Cleft speech

One final gift, something that no D'ni Writer has been able to do for more than ten thousand years. I alone can write this gift. I alone am chosen to do this, and more. This gift is what my father Atrus would have longed to give his grandmother Ti'ana, what Ti'ana longed for and danced for. The gift of life in the desert. (thunder)

Perhaps the ending has not yet been written.