Cohost, my final gift to you is an image in words

you see it in your dreams sometimes from now on. a simple sketch, shaded in cherry and strawberry and mango and longan. it reminds you of the title sequence— or maybe the end credits?— of a children's cartoon, with a cast of characters all holding hands:

in center space, a young woman dressed in office attire gently holds a perpetually-smiling bug in her hands. to her left: an anthropomorphic minivan that scrunches up to blow its horn and out pops a big red heart. two orange tabby cats— no, one orange tabby and one... something else? something new— hold each other in a tight embrace nearby. to the woman's right: a happy-looking man is being vaporized by a beam of light from the heavens. a biblically-accurate angel is nearby, except it's not an angel so much as it is a ring of tacos held magically aloft in the sky. below on the ground, a small bruised-looking child climbs out of a hole he has been in for so long; he is grinning, finally free.

more characters fill in the perimeter. a man who looks like emperor palpatine stands to the side, scheming with another man dressed up in attire you can only describe as vizieresque. a group of extremely attractive young women gather around a gravestone that reads, gravely, "CHARLIE BROWN." what looks to be a jail cell can be seen on the other edge, containing the letters "C S S" who all have a sly look on their faces. but no cops can be seen anywhere in the picture.

music plays as the smiling bug flits and dances, with the other characters all joining in. above them all reads one final message, the message they always give to the people and things that can't stay:

"take this experience with you"

that's all from me, Cohost. I've loved posting with all of you so much, and honestly, loved reading your posts even way more. See you somewhere when the credits finish rolling. :)