The end is near. The end of an era, of infinite time under constant supervision. Finity is approaching.
It's not approaching me, but it's descending on people one year older than me and I can see it swallow them from here. It envelops them in a smoky vortex and casts a glance to me out the corner of its eye.
Hey, it says to me, smiling a little.
You like this?
This will happen to you soon.
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