Note: This story contains furry elements. If you're sensitive to that, please leave now.
Time is a very long corridor.
No matter how much you deny it, no matter how much you try to escape, you will eventually reach that moment.
Perhaps you should look forward to it. Perhaps you should be grateful.
Change, transformation, will bring you new life.
Like a single species splitting into many, then ascending into all kinds of life.
Let us walk the paths of fate, gathering together or drifting apart.
In the end, we will all embrace one another or draw our blades against each other.
What you think is a life among others may be a lonely vigil, as the flood of fate sweeps you toward a corridor that seems to shimmer with departure.
May dreams stay true forever, and may love endure forever.
May lonely, wandering souls choose to embrace tomorrow, caught between survival and extinction.
