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Dear Diary,
Hopefully I can finish writing fast. It’s past my bedtime…Mama will call me any moment now.
Today I ate a small stack of pancakes! I know, I know, I just had some two days ago…but the pancakes mama makes are really, really good! They’re fluffy, and sweet, and full of that hazelnut goodness! But you already knew that, didn't you? Hee hee.
I also doodled myself fishing alongside Calamus and Alula. Fish is still really gross to me, but I think it’d be a fun activity! Pity we never got to try it back at their place… Hehe, I can already imagine it: Alula, already waist-deep into the waters, straying further from the shore, eager to catch more with her bare hands; her brother, yelling at her to come back. (By the way, that was a semicolon! I learned how to use them earlier today in school.) Yeah, that summarise sumrise surmise sounds about right.
…I kinda miss them calling me a cat (even if I’m not a cat!). The people in the World Machine, I mean. The World Machine themselves, too.
I just miss them in general.
You know, this reminds me of something Mama said: time itself is infinite, but the time we have is finite; that’s why we must cherish the people around us! I really don’t want to think about the day where I’ll wake up knowing I’ll never see Mama again…which is why I must listen to her!
Hmm, now that I think about it… Time will continue to march on long after we’re gone from this world, but isn’t time a concept we made up? I’m really confused… Mama told me not to worry too much about it when I asked her…kinda like Prototype and Cedric. Not Rue, though. She revealed a lot willingly since the world was ending and stuff. Man, was that scary. Good thing I had the literal god of the world by my side, huh? I’ll never, ever forget them—and that’s a promise! Wherever they are—I hope they’re doing just fine!
Could it be that they’re still watching over me, just as they did in our… Are you reading this?! AHHH, don’t peek!!!
No, that’s…unlikely. Our time together is over.
In part, that’s why I’m drawing all these pictures. Long after we’re gone, art is one of the things that’ll still remain. That’s…what I feel. And…I want my memory of them and everyone else to be preserved. Though I couldn’t put a face to them, all these shared memories…I think about them all the time.
Even if we probably won’t see each other again, even if it’s just a dream, even if we’ve moved on to different rooms…I’ll always cherish the time we shared. Because…because…