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Let me think on this description. Let me ramble.
I restrained myself to two major thoughts in this. I didn't let loose like in Eight, or wander like in Seven. I didn't have a particular focus like in Nine, or a battle like in Eleven. Not as many questions as Twelve. Not as beautiful as Six. Not torn apart like Five, or confused like Four. But... in a way it's all of them. All of them wrapped in a bundle -- a bundle of time. And it's funny that way, with enough days left of summer that I'm counting them on my right hand.
Gold and Blue. In less than four days I will be a Golden Bear. Typography has seen me grow up... strange, isn't it? Four was at Cal Day, where I decided on my college. Five was afterwards, after I'd decided. Eight... well.
It's an hourglass. [Slow people have officially just caught up.] It's time... slipping away, yet building up at the same time. It's that equilibrium that's fascinating. What happens when there's no liquid at the top? [did you see the transformation?] Then there's all the sand at the bottom. Funny how time, how life works that way. Nothing ever disappears. It just get's relocated.
It feels so unreal right now. That it's counting down, that it's in the single digits. That sunflower is from Six. That lowercase Arial Black 't' is from Five. It stood for time, before. Before it was shattered. Broken. Now, it's whole again. There are the tentacles, too. And the Palace Script MT '6'. And the same styled border as Eight. I don't really like the 'Thirteen' at the bottom, but it was screaming to be done. At least it doesn't look like I was trying to be l33t or anything.
Anyways. I put a lot of time into this. Get it? 10+ hours. Less than 100 layers, though.
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping...
into the future...