77 Days.

Bit of a bump, but it's down to 3 days now. It's exciting! I haven't been keeping up with all the weird story the fella's been saying, but the last like 14 apparently are forming some sort of sonnet. It's actually very lovely albeit unfished, obviously.
Beneath the starry sky we broke apart
Our perfect systems thrown into the void
But even now, my vestige of a heart
Remembers what ambition has destroyed
In our abstraction we shall shine more bright
Than all the living lovers of the Earth
Whose fragile forms face unremitting plight
And who in death are robbed of all they're worth
The body is a monument to waste
Eroded by the hope of earthly bliss
All animals are driven mad by haste
 
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