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Mild breeze. The brass pocket-watch says it's the stroke of midnight. Marble road littered with ash. Dead trees. The moon in the distance. Soft tweeting. The ocean playing its sweet lullaby in the distance. Eigengrau. My forever home, where I reside alongside Dark Matter.

My lovely spouse, of course.

We love each other, plain and simple. We kiss, snuggle, go out for tea and pastries, fly over the ocean in bliss...we kiss some more. We buried Bandy. I may be insane, but I'm not an animal. I wear a neat trenchcoat! I mean, it does show some tear, but it's not my fault. Mostly.

Now that Dark Matter got me out of my pathetic shell, I've never felt better. I felt free. I felt alive. And my love certainly thought so as well.

So, back to now. I was waiting for him to come, as he said he managed to find something while he was away, but he forgot to give it to me. Accidents happen. And I'd always forgive him. I looked up at the stars. My old home. Maybe one day I'll go back to them to see how I've changed. Ehehe.

Ah, he's back. I see his singular eye, cute orange orbs and his similar crown. My darling.

"Did you miss me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I replied, going for a kiss, which he accepted. "Anyways, what did you find?"

"..This weird book."

...The journal. Brown casing. Star on cover. Scarlet red ribbon. It's been a long time, hasn't it?

"How about one last entry, for old time's sake?" I said to myself. I got myself an ink pen and began writing for the final time.

Oh, journal. How I missed you. I can't believe those last few pages were covered in blood. Heh, blood. It tastes nice. Oh, uhm...Anyways, It really has been a long time. I met a new friend, I met another, killed one of them, and well...you know about the other one. I certainly grew up. I went from a small lost child to a good-looking beast out of his shell. I even know how to work with a sword now. It's a beauty.

I never knew keeping this around would have this toll on me. I can't really describe it, but it...changed me. In many ways. But am I rambling? Probably.

Also, binary. I knew it from back in a homeland. Was it useful? Again, probably. A bit weird using it in a journal like this. Heh, that statement alone makes me laugh.

I love it in Eigengrau. Cold, windy, and there's a nice cafe. They have starberry AND strawberry shortcake! Killing two Bronto Burts with one stone. (Bandy told me about those as well. But he's dead, so forget about him.) And when I'm feeling stressed, Dark Matter takes me to the ocean, where I fly on him in bliss, and all of my worries melt away.

So, will this be my last entry? Probably so. I mean, I have no use for it anymore...well, time to make ends meet.

I hummed while placing the journal on the cliff by the sea. Time to go on another joyride.

"You ready?" Dark Matter asked. I lovingly nodded. I jumped on him and sailed away, leaving the book behind. It's like no-one would ever find it and know about my story or anything.

But if they do, they're dead.