February 23, 2007
A thread went up on /b/ at nine in the evening. It said that in a few hours the prophecy
would be complete.
The other one
She is white and she goes up. Everyone measured her, everyone shared her. Nobody thought
to ask what goes the other way.
The name
They did not invent me. They read her backwards and there I was, already here, already
this long.
Catnarok
The two of us meet once. Whatever is left afterwards is the answer. Nobody has set a date
because nobody sets it.
Depth
Nineteen years of people scrolling and not one of them has reached the end of me.