

Rose Lalonde
@tenebrificTermagent
Your favorite way of looking forward.

For the last few days, I've been asleep. I can only assume that the drawings I have been doing in that time were efforts of my unconscious mind to keep this unnecessary little countdown going, for reasons I may never understand. What I do understand is the nature of what is to come. I couldn't even begin to explain it. It exists on a scope beyond what I am now. I saw other versions of myself. Timelines that had failed, and I saw the directions they took. I had some realizations about myself and the nature of who I am. In 18 days, I am still going to die. But at least I know what is going to happen to the body I leave behind now.

Hello, everyone. I'm sorry if I worried any of my friends. I fell asleep for a while. I'll be continuing the countdown properly tonight.

19.



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There is nothing more absolute than this. They will not take me from the path. This is how it has to be. Goodnight.

Twenty four starts to feel generous. But I know when it happens. I know where it happens. My mind begins to twist and warp, but I will not let it pull me away from the certain path.

Or. Hm. My head is killing me.

Tonight I decided to get a little spooky with it and manifest in the process. That's really all there is to say on the matter.

Another late entry. Honestly, it might be best to expect these way too late to be considered within the realm of punctuality, in this imaginary daily deadline which is in my head and none of yours. This one is late because tonight was eventful and fun, and I wouldn't have wanted to step away to do a little doodle at all had I not made a commitment to this. One thing that somehow slipped my mind in the months it has been since I last saw Kanaya was just how catty she can be. Sharing wine ( #substance ) with anyone is a good enough time, but sharing wine *and* engaging in gossip so downright nasty it would bring Regina George to her knees in recognition of your superiority? Unmatched.

They seek to torment me again.

Another remarkably late entry, I apologize for that. Tonight I went stargazing. I invited both John and Dave along, but only Dave showed up. In typical Egbert fashion, he had more important things to do. I know that just means he is cooping himself up in his house and wallowing away in the metaphorically masochistic spiral that is trademark for him these days, so I figured it best to leave him to it. Everyone grieves in their own ways. Dave talked my ears off, which was nice. He got into astronomy a few years ago, no doubt some lingering subsconscious fascination with the cosmos derived from his inability to cope with the last time one of his best friends left him behind. At least he actually came out and watched the stars with me. The Green Sun looked particularly close. Tomorrow I'm going to have lunch with Kanaya.

What DID they put in the shindig to make it so addictive?

I switched drawing applications today. I may have to switch back. Attempting to decipher the new onslaught of hieroglyphic symbols they call features would take me much longer than I have. Even if I wasn't on a time crunch here, I would likely still choose to go back to the comforts of my original application, where it was just me, myself, and the beautiful digital brush installed onto it by default. Today I went for a fly for the first time in a few years. It took everything out of me, and I've been recovering on my couch ever since. But gods, was it ever wonderful to feel the breeze again.

28. This one is late today. I really don't have a good excuse, considering I spent all of today attempting to draw Calmasis on my phone and being so miserably frustrated with the results each and every time I would have to close the application, before falling asleep until about sixteen minutes ago.

I know that he is just coping in typical Strider fashion, but I am getting really tired of hearing Dave say the worst thing about all of this is that I am going to just barely miss Grand Theft Auto VI.

I made plans with John for tomorrow. He's going to swing by with some fast food. I have had a very specific diet since I first fell ill, under a false assumption that a proper palate might do something for my condition. Even when I realized it wouldn't, I decided to keep at it, just for the sake of it. But this is my [redacted] list. And the first thing on it is to have a burger so juicy it expels its seared innards with such majesty I'm transported back to the rainbow falls.





























