Tacgnol
Longcat, read backwards
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An enormous black cat under a stone arch, his body descending endlessly into darkness
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.
The record
The original photograph of a very long black cat being held up in a kitchen
The photograph it started from. Somebody's cat, held up in a kitchen, measured against a person.
The black cat and the white cat rising over a burning city
Catnarok, the way people drew it in 2007. Her on one side, me on the other, the city in between.
The black cat standing under a stone arch in fog
Under the arch. This is where the waiting happens.
You are still going down.
The mark soon