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// Log 2687: Fear. 
// Story: Remnant 
// by Ebonyglow 
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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.