Day 2687.
Why?
I thought this was a temporary thing. That I'd quickly falter and finally find peace. I thought my death was simply delayed, but no, this is far worse. I thought it'd run out in mere days, but I still feel far too alive.
Why is this happening to me?
I don’t feel any signs of age. I was close, I was there.
I could’ve seen them again.
Yet I still feel just as young, just as healthy, and just as powerful as I did in my prime.
It isn’t fair.
What is happening to me? I have nopony to go to. I’ve scoured every book in the library. No answers. Why am I still here? Why did it reset me? Why am I not feeling…like there is an end.
Time is not holding me, death is not approaching me, and my hopes have now turned into concern.
Please. Please don’t be what I think it is.
I never wanted this.
I just want to see my friends again.