The next day.

1220, Year 2, Month 16.

My auto-programmed alarm clock that was set to wake me up every 6 in the morning finally rang to start another morning in the once pure white room.

“Yawn~

I guess I nodded off last nig-“

As I wiped my eyes to fix my blurry vision, I saw something I haven't seen for a very long time. The room is once again in its old glory, returning anew to pure white.

“H-Hey… Am I seeing things…?

How long was it since I last saw this?”

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There are only eight months before the door opens for good. But before that happens, a lot of things had happened in the duration of a year and four months that I can't enumerate all of them even though I mostly do something light here.

I have just proven that the color black can always be altered. But it can't disappear once it left its trace.

I finally regained the purpose of my life. There are a lot of people caring for me, and I know that I am worrying them for days now. I can't always have a normal life. But not being normal doesn't mean that you can't exist with those who care for you.

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“I guess I will be leaving a note on the next opening of the door.”

Tearing a page on his journal, he wrote a note to be received by the underground base once the door closes in 1227.

“Could you send art materials that can supply me until I leave?

P.s. No papers, please.”

“If not for writing entries everyday, I may practice handwritings again after eight months. Wait, I need to study again after I leave. I forgot that I am still a fourth year in junior high school even though I'm already 17.

That means that I'm still a student once I go back. What a pain…

…

I guess I should draw again, firstly.”

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0227, Year 2, Month 19.

It was said that my body will fully heal because it is already one and a half year since I had gone through rehabilitation. I would say, the pain is really going away quicker a few weeks ago.

But my right arm still hurts the most since that was the most damaged part of my limbs. One and a half year is only an approximate count of time. I should expect my right arm in bandages after the remaining months here.

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0401, Year 2, Month 20.

It's really a bummer that my sketches and paintings last only between three to seven days. But I guess using the room as a giant sketchpad wasn't a bad idea after all.

I lost my touch because of not drawing for more than a year. And to retain it for four months is very difficult.

I guess I will be drawing until 0827.

Also, it's bad to do a prank if I'm alone here acting crazy. Or should I say I'm already crazy?

Anyways, I think my body is 85% healed... except for my right arm, of course. It's still the only one covered with bandages.

I exercise everyday and does jogging and sometimes sprinting. Jumping exercises is also necessary for vertical leaping.

As I am writing, I realized something. If I finally go outside, how will my body react? I'm so used to a very heavy gravity and it's currently 90x. Since I move a bit slower here because of my slow adaptation, does that mean I will also slowly adapt to how light it will be outside? Am I going to become a speedster?

More importantly, can humans really take this much gravity?

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0611, Year 2, Month 22.

I finally made my drawing senses return to me.

But something has happened to me at the middle of the day. My right eye started to hurt and it still hurts as I'm writing right now. My vision also became blurry sometimes, but only in my right eye. My left eye is fine though.

I only have more than two months to spend here and I want it to be a time where I will definitely remember this place once the door opens.

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0708, Year 2, Month 23.

“Hmm…

I guess this should do it.”

What is in front of Gin is a painting. A painting that he never once believed that he could ever finish, an artwork made from the top corner to the very bottom corner of one of the four walls of the room. The painting displays a landscape of a scenery where it is something you describe as tragic. It was a barren wasteland filled with nothing but destruction and cruelty.

The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

“A dystopia… no. The world in one big mural, huh."

Soon, I will be back to that world where it will give pain more than I can comprehend. Even though it's like that, there's still a place waiting for me. For that, I am very glad. Even if that place is a bloody world, there is still a place I can consider ‘home'—where my family and friends belong there, with me.

I also belong to that home. That home where I can once again feel the real happiness I'm searching for. It's almost at my reach again. It's not necessary to live the life to the fullest.

One of my teachers once said, “You can have fun, but keep the moderation in mind.” Too much happiness can only bring sadness.

I took four pails of paint and aligned it in front of the mural. Once again, I looked at the painting.

“Ugh. It's such a waste. I've finally surpassed Piano of Tragedy so this will kind of hurt…”

He grabbed the first bucket to its handle and bombed the whole content of it to the painted wall. He repeated it three more times seeing that there are four pails present.

“White. This is you—‘The Room of Reality'.

Blue. You are the sky—that was once glorious but covered with clouds of rain that led me to here.

Silver. This is me, my only trace here. I don't care if this trace will ever disappear.

Black. You were once my despair. But now you are free from it. You are me, and I am you. Got that? You are silver again.

…

I will soon be home.”

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0727, Year 2, Month 24.

This is finally the last month.

I think I'm still going to wear bandages once I got out.

I'm focused on exercising right now to maintain my shape. I think I got a lot taller in this entire duration, but I can't really tell.

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0803, Year 2, Month 24.

I will end my physical activities in 0813 so I will have two weeks of rest and then I will pack up whatever I can pack.

My entries are really full in the past, but I can't seem to fill it anymore with a lot of words now.

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0810, Year 2, Month 24.

Roses are red, violets are blue. Omae wa mou shindeiru.

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0814, Year 2, Month 24.

I wonder if I can reproduce the three days I hibernated.

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0817, Year 2, Month 24.

words like tomorrow or future or fate no matter how far they extend their hands we breathe we dream we raise our love in a timeless land that is far out of reach even the second hour hands of the clock they look at us sideways as they tick and tock how I hope to have forever to spend this life no all future lives right here in this world with you

These are lyrics from a song I really liked. I can't bother to put punctuations because I can't think of anything to fill the remaining days.

Actually, it's really surprising that I still knew the lyrics of one song after two years.

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0824, Year 2, Month 24.

Three days left. I'm all packed up and I literally had nothing to do anymore except for eating three times a day.

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0825, Year 2, Month 24.

Do you know da wae?

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0826, Year 2, Month 24.

I ate breakfast, then ate lunch and intentionally slept for seven hours. It is now around 10pm.

11pm.

This will be the last 24 hours and 30 minutes in this room. I'm not planning on sleeping anymore because I already hibernated long enough.

I wonder how coffee will react to my constitution again.

Well, see you on the next page.

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0827, The Last.

12:00am.

“Finall-

Eh?”

For the very last time, The air got a bit denser and the gravity went up again.

“So this is 100x, huh.”

~ ~ ~

2:49am.

Here I am just sitting right in front of the soon to be opening door together with three bags beside me. The first bag contains the clothes I had in my stay. The two bags mainly contained all of my journals.

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7:15am.

“I burnt through all of my stock of food already (in my belly) except for the beef here. I think I should make it as a steak since this is the last day of my rather eventful stay here…

Wait, steak for breakfast, steak for lunch, and steak for dinner…

Screw it. It's cheat day today.”

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4:23pm.

“I was out for five days outside. What could be the things I missed in those times, I wonder. I have no idea what could have happened in that duration

I also missed some episodes and chapters, huh…

I really need to do some catching up.”

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6:55pm.

“I hope my family was really notified about what happened to me since I said I want them to spill everything. The underground base is an unknown location that no one from the outside knows, so I guess they will only tell the principal that I was hit by a truck and hospitalized.

I'm kind of worried of what excuse did Hiroomi or Sean told Nagi and the others as to why I'm absent for five days. I guess the only way to find out is to wait for Monday.

Actually, how should I spend the weekend?”

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9:08pm.

“I think I'll wear the gray sweater they sent to me a few months ago. I haven't worn it since ages because the temperature here is constant in approximately 20 degrees. Well, I consider it cold already but there is no wind here so it's not that cold.

My hair is also really long. I should tie it up.

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10:30pm.

“Exactly one hour, huh. I guess this will almost be the conclusion of the two years I spent here.

So the time will almost be in sync later. I wonder what is the time outside and are they already waiting for me? Man, I'm like a time traveler. The main difference is that I didn't travel in time though. I just kind of broke the laws of time by disappearing from the outside world and entered this accelerated room.”

I'm actually growing a bit impatient now. Just a few more and the doors will open. I should occupy my head with something to lessen the boredom.

“Hmm… Think… Think… Think… Think… Red… Red… Apples… Apples… Apples… Silver… Silver… Silver Apple… Silver Apple… Silver Apple…

…

Rin… Rin… Rin… Rin… Rin… Rin… Rin… Rin… Rin… Rin…”

“Uh-oh… Can it please stop?”

It won't stop cycling in my head. Whatever I do or whatever I think of, it remains and keeps echoing inside my head like a broken tape.

“So it finally came to this point huh… Only took me two years…

Rin… I…”

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11:25pm.

”Man, the entry for today is still bare. I wonder what I should write, though there are only five minutes left. I better make this quick.

…

I really can't think of anything…

So that's the only thing I could write, then.”

Instead of using a pen, he took a marker from his bag and started writing on the final page of the final journal.

He closed the journal and placed it inside the bag where all of the notebooks are placed. He grabbed the three bags and stood up, ready for the door to open.

"Yawn~"

Now I'm getting sleepy.

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11:29pm.

“This is it…”

…

A sound of beeping came from the watch he had for already two years. It is finally the time and the slow sound of the door creaking is giving Gin a suspense that is making him really nervous to the point that his heart may just escape from his mouth.

“It's time.”

Once again, the view of the midpoint room is on his sight but the door beyond is still not open but unlocked.

Gin, who had spent two years in an unknown, pure white room, is finally walking and stepping outside it.

Finally at the front of the door of the midpoint room, he twisted the doorknob slowly and silently.

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0827, The Last. September 1, 2017.

VOID

“Goodbye to you, dear White Box.

I will be going home now.”