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We had a year.
It wasn't long enough.

Unus Annus helped me to realize just how precious and impermanent time is, and all the experiences that come with it.

I made this during the stream yesterday. It's simple, and not the best thing that I've drawn, but it is what I did. All the things I wrote, were things that occurred to me or things that Mark and Ethan said(that often came out slightly altered) during the latter parts of the stream. I was planning on cleaning it up a bit, darkening some lines, making the writing more readable(I wrote all that in the dark); but now that it's over, I don't really want to touch it. It's gone. And these imperfections are shows of what happened in the last hours.

I thought I might make more Unus Annus related things, like all their cryptids, but now I don't think I will. It's over. All that is left are the memories of what happened in the year.

I want to thank Mark and Ethan, as well as Amy and Evan and all the rest of the team, for doing this amazing thing. I look forward to what lies in each of your futures.

I think I'm still trying to accept it, but I'm getting there.

To anyone who saved the videos, I do hope you are planning on deleting them. It's gone. And it needs to be. These were the final moments, and over a million people were there to watch. Now, it's time for it to be peacefully laid to rest, not resurrected.

Because I cannot, if anyone happens to find this, I would appreciate it if you found a way to show this to Mark and Ethan.

There is little left to be said now.

We were here. I'm saying goodbye.

Memento Mori.

Unus Annus.

Edit:
Hey, because I can I'm gonna add some more stuff to this.
When I was going through the feels, I had a google doc that I wrote my thoughts and feelings about this in, and thought I'd share. Even though probably no one cares, or will see this.
Anyway's you don't have to read this at all, just me sharing my experiences because apparently I'm an idiot who thinks that someone would care about this.

~~~
I am overwhelmed and numb and sad and regretful and trying to accept it and there is all too much nothing.
*sigh*
Memento Mori
Unus Annus
~~~
I am currently in the middle of incredible self-induced emotional whiplash.
~~~
In the end, nothing matters. But we aren’t the end. In the grand scheme of things, nothing matters. But we aren’t the grand scheme of things.
Each of us is small, a minuscule being of limited ability, power, intellect, and importance within a universe that becomes bigger and bigger every moment. We are the in-between. We are the specks of dust on the mantelpiece.
We don’t matter, and that is why everything matters.
That is why nothing mattering doesn’t matter.
~~~
I think I’ve finally got it. I’ve accepted it, and I got it.

I don’t really know what I’m saying, but I’m just gonna fart some things out onto the page:

Unus Annus was incredible. It was amazing.
It’s deleted, but it’s not gone. The impact it had was incredibly… I don’t know. It was crazy. There are so many people that Unus Annus affected. I think for myself, it taught me a lot about life and death and the meaning in between, even if my philosophy on those things isn’t quite cemented yet. There’s a lot of things shuffling around in my brain right now.

They did it. One whole year of working their butts off for this build up, to… to do what they set out to do. And they did it. It was a year of experiences that they will carry with them for the rest of their lives, and will live in ours too. 1.5 million people. Wow. There are 1.5 million people that have seen the same things I did. There are 1.5 million people, who have been affected by Unus Annus, and are grieving or accepting, or whatever they’re doing, and I’m one of them. I wonder if there’s someone else writing down their thoughts right now as I’m doing. This is a weird feeling. Almost like… some kind of comradery, like a friendly bond between so many people that I don’t know.
Daym. There were over 1.5 million other people there. Watching that final stream. With me.

Unus Annus showed a lot of things; Time is forever ticking onward, the impermanence of life and so much else, but also the importance of the in-between.
One of the interesting things about Unus Annus, was that it showed life. Not as in it was ‘so alive’ although it often was, but that it quite well showed the experiences of a life. There were serious bits, there were parts that were worse than others, there were times where things didn’t go as planned, but there was also a majority of it that was dumb shit, and random things, and jokes and less appetizing experiences, and so much in between, and the combination of all those things made Unus Annus unique. It made people smile, and laugh. It brought people something to look forward to. It inspired people. It made people feel and think, and became a constant in many people’s lives. All of it, and it made it so much harder when we were forced to let it go.
The overarching statement of Unus Annus was that nothing was permanent, and that one day, the timer would hit zero, and it would all be deleted. But a majority of the videos were focused on sillies, learning new things, meeting new challenges and people, building bonds, and experiencing a year’s worth of experiences. By the end of the year(though I myself was late), Mark and Ethan had created a year’s worth of experiences, and there were a whole lot of others there too. And at the end of its life, like all of us one day will, it all went away.
But that wasn’t the end. There are so many of us that were here, and are here still. It lives on in our memories, and has affected so many lives.
A single variable can change the course of so much. Like Unus Annus. Like every person on this earth.

I don’t think that it’s that Unus Annus died. It’s not that it ended. It’s that it was completed. And it was perfect. And now, time marches on, as it always did. And as Unus Annus falls behind, new things begin to sprout, and as time shunts us forward, we will see many of those grow, and fall just the same, leaving imprints on our minds, hearts, and bodies.

Those are what makes up a life. Not the beginnings, and not the ends. The experiences that time pushes us through, and whatever meaning we find on the way.
~~~
During the stream, I remember that I kept on almost forgetting that it was a stream and not a video. I kept on almost pausing it or trying to make it go back a few seconds, and then just when I was about to move my hand, I’d remember ‘oh right, this is happening right now. I can’t pause or go back.’
Huh. There’s some philosophic comparisons to life to be made right there.
As the clock got closer and closer to the end, and they were getting ready for the end, I didn’t feel satisfied or sad or any of that stuff. I just felt… something. I had the knowledge of what was going to happen. I know that some people didn’t really think they’d do it, but I believed them 100% from the very beginning that I found out about the channel. I was trying to convince myself that it was okay, and to find acceptance. But I couldn’t. So, as the time drew near, I just felt tense and uneasy, and nervous.
When the clock finally ticked the final time, and the screen went black, I didn’t really feel anything. I felt like ‘Yup’ and that was it. I knew it was gone. I looked up and down what remained of the page, saw the last of the chat scroll through, attempted to go to the channel’s page, knowing what I’d find, went through various tabs I had open, and eventually closed my laptop and went to bed, whispering ‘Memento Mori, Unus Annus’ intermittently. I wasn’t in denial per se. I knew what happened, I believed it had been done, and I knew that was the end. I’m not entirely sure why I kept looking until my computer died, when I knew what I’d find(keep in mind it was at a low percentage anyway; it wasn’t that long of a time, but I did get a couple of warnings from my computer telling me it was about to die that I just thought ‘just a little bit longer’ at. Huh, there’s another comparison to make. More to Unus Annus than the former subject). But all I felt as I went through, and went to bed was ‘Yep. It’s gone.’ And that was all.
When I woke up the next morning, it was still kinda quiet, and people weren’t wandering through the house. I sat up in bed and opened my sketch book. I looked at the picture I’d drawn during the stream. Read the words I wrote during the final stretch. I still felt kind of numb, for lack of a better word. I just kept thinking about Unus Annus, and stared at the drawing.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do. My mind was consumed by thoughts of Unus Annus and how I should be feeling and thinking, and so I didn’t want to do something unrelated. After spending a good portion of the morning deep in thought with my eyes trained on my hourglass, I turned to my computer and went to Deviantart. I posted my own drawing, and began going through other drawings pertaining to Unus Annus. I got tired of that, and didn’t find what I needed, whatever it was; I’m still not entirely sure. Eventually, as silly as it was, I simply looked up ‘what to do now that unus annus is gone’. It didn’t take many words for that to come up as a recommendation. That search led me down a rabbit hole, that finally broke whatever was holding me hostage in that feeling. I found edits, which made me laugh, and animatics that made me cry. Throughout the day I watched these, and my mind was filled with thoughts, but now there were more emotions. I wrote down my feelings and thoughts as they came and tried to overwhelm me. Eventually, I found and watched two completely normal videos from Mark and Ethan on their separate channels, and just kinda chilled out a minute. Then, I found the videos that they each released about the end of Unus Annus. And then, I accepted it.
And it felt… not good, but okay. No, actually maybe not okay…
Maybe what Ethan said best sums it up: I’m not okay, but in the best way. I understood. Not that I didn’t understand the purpose of Unus Annus before, but more like my soul was finally affected by that understanding. I had a lot of thoughts I wanted to express and get outta my brain, and thus, the multiple paragraphs above.
I danced between my Deviantart and my Gmail after that, thought a bit more, and that eventually led me back here, to make one more entry. I think it might be the last one, but then again, I could very well be wrong. I got a lotta thoughts in my brain. Voices in my Head. Oh good, I’m reverting. Most unfortunately, the loudest one is mine~.

I’ve sat here, not writing for a few minutes now, which tells me that I’m done, at least for now.
Goodbye. Memento Mori. Unus Annus. The good old schtick.
~~~
She then proceeded to have another wave of sadness wash over her. She attempted to deflect this by listening to ‘Where Do the Lonely Souls Go’ sung by George Salazar. This improved her mood, and she followed it by a compilation of Michael Mell moments, sending her spiraling (haha, I’m funny) into multiple attempts at singing ‘Michael in the Bathroom’, which successfully distracted her from her negativity.
That night, she watched videos from each of the vessels of Unus and Annus, such as drunk Uno, and the Untitled Goose Game, before going to bed at some time around six in the morning.
~~~

Edit 2:
Haha, I just found out that I still haven't closed the tab that I watched the stream on.

Description
We had a year.
It wasn't long enough.

Unus Annus helped me to realize just how precious and impermanent time is, and all the experiences that come with it.

I made this during the stream yesterday. It's simple, and not the best thing that I've drawn, but it is what I did. All the things I wrote, were things that occurred to me or things that Mark and Ethan said(that often came out slightly altered) during the latter parts of the stream. I was planning on cleaning it up a bit, darkening some lines, making the writing more readable(I wrote all that in the dark); but now that it's over, I don't really want to touch it. It's gone. And these imperfections are shows of what happened in the last hours.

I thought I might make more Unus Annus related things, like all their cryptids, but now I don't think I will. It's over. All that is left are the memories of what happened in the year.

I want to thank Mark and Ethan, as well as Amy and Evan and all the rest of the team, for doing this amazing thing. I look forward to what lies in each of your futures.

I think I'm still trying to accept it, but I'm getting there.

To anyone who saved the videos, I do hope you are planning on deleting them. It's gone. And it needs to be. These were the final moments, and over a million people were there to watch. Now, it's time for it to be peacefully laid to rest, not resurrected.

Because I cannot, if anyone happens to find this, I would appreciate it if you found a way to show this to Mark and Ethan.

There is little left to be said now.

We were here. I'm saying goodbye.

Memento Mori.

Unus Annus.

Edit:
Hey, because I can I'm gonna add some more stuff to this.
When I was going through the feels, I had a google doc that I wrote my thoughts and feelings about this in, and thought I'd share. Even though probably no one cares, or will see this.
Anyway's you don't have to read this at all, just me sharing my experiences because apparently I'm an idiot who thinks that someone would care about this.

~~~
I am overwhelmed and numb and sad and regretful and trying to accept it and there is all too much nothing.
*sigh*
Memento Mori
Unus Annus
~~~
I am currently in the middle of incredible self-induced emotional whiplash.
~~~
In the end, nothing matters. But we aren’t the end. In the grand scheme of things, nothing matters. But we aren’t the grand scheme of things.
Each of us is small, a minuscule being of limited ability, power, intellect, and importance within a universe that becomes bigger and bigger every moment. We are the in-between. We are the specks of dust on the mantelpiece.
We don’t matter, and that is why everything matters.
That is why nothing mattering doesn’t matter.
~~~
I think I’ve finally got it. I’ve accepted it, and I got it.

I don’t really know what I’m saying, but I’m just gonna fart some things out onto the page:

Unus Annus was incredible. It was amazing.
It’s deleted, but it’s not gone. The impact it had was incredibly… I don’t know. It was crazy. There are so many people that Unus Annus affected. I think for myself, it taught me a lot about life and death and the meaning in between, even if my philosophy on those things isn’t quite cemented yet. There’s a lot of things shuffling around in my brain right now.

They did it. One whole year of working their butts off for this build up, to… to do what they set out to do. And they did it. It was a year of experiences that they will carry with them for the rest of their lives, and will live in ours too. 1.5 million people. Wow. There are 1.5 million people that have seen the same things I did. There are 1.5 million people, who have been affected by Unus Annus, and are grieving or accepting, or whatever they’re doing, and I’m one of them. I wonder if there’s someone else writing down their thoughts right now as I’m doing. This is a weird feeling. Almost like… some kind of comradery, like a friendly bond between so many people that I don’t know.
Daym. There were over 1.5 million other people there. Watching that final stream. With me.

Unus Annus showed a lot of things; Time is forever ticking onward, the impermanence of life and so much else, but also the importance of the in-between.
One of the interesting things about Unus Annus, was that it showed life. Not as in it was ‘so alive’ although it often was, but that it quite well showed the experiences of a life. There were serious bits, there were parts that were worse than others, there were times where things didn’t go as planned, but there was also a majority of it that was dumb shit, and random things, and jokes and less appetizing experiences, and so much in between, and the combination of all those things made Unus Annus unique. It made people smile, and laugh. It brought people something to look forward to. It inspired people. It made people feel and think, and became a constant in many people’s lives. All of it, and it made it so much harder when we were forced to let it go.
The overarching statement of Unus Annus was that nothing was permanent, and that one day, the timer would hit zero, and it would all be deleted. But a majority of the videos were focused on sillies, learning new things, meeting new challenges and people, building bonds, and experiencing a year’s worth of experiences. By the end of the year(though I myself was late), Mark and Ethan had created a year’s worth of experiences, and there were a whole lot of others there too. And at the end of its life, like all of us one day will, it all went away.
But that wasn’t the end. There are so many of us that were here, and are here still. It lives on in our memories, and has affected so many lives.
A single variable can change the course of so much. Like Unus Annus. Like every person on this earth.

I don’t think that it’s that Unus Annus died. It’s not that it ended. It’s that it was completed. And it was perfect. And now, time marches on, as it always did. And as Unus Annus falls behind, new things begin to sprout, and as time shunts us forward, we will see many of those grow, and fall just the same, leaving imprints on our minds, hearts, and bodies.

Those are what makes up a life. Not the beginnings, and not the ends. The experiences that time pushes us through, and whatever meaning we find on the way.
~~~
During the stream, I remember that I kept on almost forgetting that it was a stream and not a video. I kept on almost pausing it or trying to make it go back a few seconds, and then just when I was about to move my hand, I’d remember ‘oh right, this is happening right now. I can’t pause or go back.’
Huh. There’s some philosophic comparisons to life to be made right there.
As the clock got closer and closer to the end, and they were getting ready for the end, I didn’t feel satisfied or sad or any of that stuff. I just felt… something. I had the knowledge of what was going to happen. I know that some people didn’t really think they’d do it, but I believed them 100% from the very beginning that I found out about the channel. I was trying to convince myself that it was okay, and to find acceptance. But I couldn’t. So, as the time drew near, I just felt tense and uneasy, and nervous.
When the clock finally ticked the final time, and the screen went black, I didn’t really feel anything. I felt like ‘Yup’ and that was it. I knew it was gone. I looked up and down what remained of the page, saw the last of the chat scroll through, attempted to go to the channel’s page, knowing what I’d find, went through various tabs I had open, and eventually closed my laptop and went to bed, whispering ‘Memento Mori, Unus Annus’ intermittently. I wasn’t in denial per se. I knew what happened, I believed it had been done, and I knew that was the end. I’m not entirely sure why I kept looking until my computer died, when I knew what I’d find(keep in mind it was at a low percentage anyway; it wasn’t that long of a time, but I did get a couple of warnings from my computer telling me it was about to die that I just thought ‘just a little bit longer’ at. Huh, there’s another comparison to make. More to Unus Annus than the former subject). But all I felt as I went through, and went to bed was ‘Yep. It’s gone.’ And that was all.
When I woke up the next morning, it was still kinda quiet, and people weren’t wandering through the house. I sat up in bed and opened my sketch book. I looked at the picture I’d drawn during the stream. Read the words I wrote during the final stretch. I still felt kind of numb, for lack of a better word. I just kept thinking about Unus Annus, and stared at the drawing.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do. My mind was consumed by thoughts of Unus Annus and how I should be feeling and thinking, and so I didn’t want to do something unrelated. After spending a good portion of the morning deep in thought with my eyes trained on my hourglass, I turned to my computer and went to Deviantart. I posted my own drawing, and began going through other drawings pertaining to Unus Annus. I got tired of that, and didn’t find what I needed, whatever it was; I’m still not entirely sure. Eventually, as silly as it was, I simply looked up ‘what to do now that unus annus is gone’. It didn’t take many words for that to come up as a recommendation. That search led me down a rabbit hole, that finally broke whatever was holding me hostage in that feeling. I found edits, which made me laugh, and animatics that made me cry. Throughout the day I watched these, and my mind was filled with thoughts, but now there were more emotions. I wrote down my feelings and thoughts as they came and tried to overwhelm me. Eventually, I found and watched two completely normal videos from Mark and Ethan on their separate channels, and just kinda chilled out a minute. Then, I found the videos that they each released about the end of Unus Annus. And then, I accepted it.
And it felt… not good, but okay. No, actually maybe not okay…
Maybe what Ethan said best sums it up: I’m not okay, but in the best way. I understood. Not that I didn’t understand the purpose of Unus Annus before, but more like my soul was finally affected by that understanding. I had a lot of thoughts I wanted to express and get outta my brain, and thus, the multiple paragraphs above.
I danced between my Deviantart and my Gmail after that, thought a bit more, and that eventually led me back here, to make one more entry. I think it might be the last one, but then again, I could very well be wrong. I got a lotta thoughts in my brain. Voices in my Head. Oh good, I’m reverting. Most unfortunately, the loudest one is mine~.

I’ve sat here, not writing for a few minutes now, which tells me that I’m done, at least for now.
Goodbye. Memento Mori. Unus Annus. The good old schtick.
~~~
She then proceeded to have another wave of sadness wash over her. She attempted to deflect this by listening to ‘Where Do the Lonely Souls Go’ sung by George Salazar. This improved her mood, and she followed it by a compilation of Michael Mell moments, sending her spiraling (haha, I’m funny) into multiple attempts at singing ‘Michael in the Bathroom’, which successfully distracted her from her negativity.
That night, she watched videos from each of the vessels of Unus and Annus, such as drunk Uno, and the Untitled Goose Game, before going to bed at some time around six in the morning.
~~~

Edit 2:
Haha, I just found out that I still haven't closed the tab that I watched the stream on.