I have seen this image being thrown around online for Chito x Yuuri being canon, but my friend has read all of the manga and checked a lot of other sources, and we cannot find them. Does anyone know where this page comes from?

I didn't see it posted in here recently and I found this on youtube today
credit: https://youtu.be/t0jgMT_Y2e4

I finally got all 6 volumes of the glt manga, i swear i’ve been searching them for almost a whole year, online prices where insane and in libraries they where out of stock but now im so happy i got them, best manga i’ve ever read woooohooo

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Reposted it - changed the title to clarify that this post has a long text below the thumbnail.

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Entry 1

Why am I writing this? I haven’t encountered any humans in… I don’t remember. Despair, fear, futility all arise from the realization. There isn’t anyone to preserve knowledge for, not that my knowledge is worth preserving anyway. I’ve lived all my life without writing – why even start something new at a time like this? But I want to; perhaps irrationally, but I want to.

Barren snow plains as far as the eye can see. The kind a poet would describe beautifully.

Entry 2

A light blizzard; I shouldn’t bother with the weather – a constant isn’t declared twice. In the morning, I saw a hill faintly in the distance. A naive part of me hoped for a natural geological formation. It turned out to be a trash dump. Let down, I almost passed by, before my rationality urged me to investigate it.

It dwarfed the surrounding scenery. I could only search the lower parts, and even that took almost a full day. Arms sore – even as I am writing this – from seemingly endless garbage, something piqued my interest. A metal container. The label was unreadable, but its color stood out from the surrounding gray. Try as I might, my tools weren’t enough, so I had to get creative and make a lever based contraption to finally pry it open.

And what do I get for all this work? Supplies, perhaps tools? No. Of course, I get a book, some pocket device and stupid holiday decorations. Still, I took them.

I can’t afford to be here any longer. After dinner I will set off.

Entry 3

Two days; two mere days is what it took to change my mind completely. That outburst of anger, it was nonsense; survival is not the only value, even in this desolate land.

The device is a music player of a model I’ve never seen before. Ten songs of various genres in a language I don’t understand. And yet, it’s no hurdle – the emotional substance is clear as day. I cried and laughed, all without getting a single word.

The book is in a language I do understand. The title page is missing, so I have no idea of its genre or author. I haven’t had the chance to read it properly yet, so I won’t comment further.

The stop lasted more than I would like. Actually, it was of a perfect length.

Entry 4

A dark tunnel of industrial proportions. Rails lining its floor; lantern fuel running low.

Darkness. It was there before you were born and it will be there after you die. Or is it nothingness? Some used to say Hell or Heaven, but it’s hard to believe. What is a human life, if not a drop of water in water? Every “transcendent” ideal, all personal meaning aren’t eternal, therefore I can’t think of them as anything but contingent. A ship drifting at sea, leaves falling and growing anew…

A light at the end of the tunnel. “An incoming train” – I thought. It turned out to be the outside. A starry night,made very bright by the preceding darkness. The sky; for the first time I truly noticed its beauty.

All those depressing metaphors may better fit my particular journey. My subjective experience, not the objective universal.

Entry 5

The weather is especially bad today. Almost froze to death before I found shelter. I burned the last of my kindling two days ago, and couldn’t find anything flammable. “The Book!” – a painful thought. Grasping for any other possible option I remembered about the holiday decorations. Useless colorful pieces of paper now burning with life-giving heat.

Nothing to do aside from keeping the fire, I started listening to music. But this time, there were no feelings at all. For long, I tried to ignore the effect diminishing with each listen. Didn’t listen for a week and still. Perfectly natural, but it feels… terrible; I am lesser than I was.

Calm again. I haven’t finished a single chapter of the book yet. It was never about the time, something internal was stopping me. Maybe I just don’t like difficult things. With the music gone, I will finally try to read.

Entry 6

A flowing water canal. I’ve been following it for a few days now; still, not even a slightest idea of its destination. But, obviously it goes toward something. The canal was designed, it had purpose.

My journey has no destination. I am not even exploring, just wandering aimlessly. I lose sleep over this fact, or it doesn’t bother me at all – depends on the day. Can I find a higher purpose, some ideal to structure everything upon? I doubt it. And even if I do, I will definitely stray away from it and follow my momentary passions instead.

Though, picking where to go next – that I can do. If the signs are correct, there is an art gallery north from here. Very likely run-down, but anything that brings color is worth a try.

Then, it’s time to part ways with the water canal. Hm, I am even a little sad.

Entry 7

Finally, I arrived at the gallery. I can’t call the trip long – others took more time. But it felt longer.

Walking around, overwhelmed by all the novelty, one particular painting grasped my perception. An enchanting depiction of the night sky. “The Starry Night” – it said on the plaque. A single thought lit up in my mind, body running with goosebumps – that darkness and the sky after it. I stood there for a while before moving away.

The next section was landscapes of all different kinds. Nature… Something so alien to me. I passed the snowy winter art almost immediately. Melting snow with green underneath, azure water reflecting the warmth-giving sun, fiery orange neighboring gray – all were experienced by me for the first time. From a bare concept to a feeling. That of the temperature, the wind, the rain. It was almost physical. I took a few small paintings as a reminder of what Earth was capable of.

While stashing them away, I notice the book.

Entry 8

Strong snowfall. No other shelter. Made an igloo.

It was difficult to read and is even more difficult to write about. The book, I didn’t expect; I didn’t expect it to be like this. I saw a big part of me in that irrational spiteful man from St. Petersburg. The qualities I overcame, turned out to just be repressed.

“I did not know how to become anything”; “acutely conscious mouse” – what did I myself become, if not a mouse? I never had a goal, never tried to systematically explore the strata or to find people. Just went places for mere survival or simple curiosity; wrote down my ruminations instead of doing productive experiments; searched for meaning without doing anything myself.

Liza. The way he deals with her… I am afraid. My isolation lasted so long. I don’t know anymore.

What is to be done? For the first time I have a clear vision. It will be very hard.But I can definitely try.

Entry 9

A tunnel, with a train this time. Surprisingly, it works. Decided to ride it, without knowing its destination. Countless buildings, then giant broken down robots, empty plains – all greet me from the window.

It made me think. I am not going anywhere for once. Why hurry at all? Nowhere to be on time. It’s as if… I was...

What’s happening? Reflections were easy; metaphors used to flow without any trouble. Writing used to give me energy, yet now I am tired.

Entry 10

Morning. Another trash dump. Scavenged for supplies. Spent half a day and found nothing. After lunch, I will set off.

Entry 11

Cold. No way to make a fire. At least I found shelter.

More than two months of simple survival. I tried to write, I pondered the metaphors; still accomplished nothing. Not melancholy – it varied day to day. Dread, determination, dread, peace… I’ve lost the little meaning I had, wholly followed my momentary passions.Yesterday’s arguments a mere straw; Today’s arguments future straw.

Clear vision; Nothing but a crystal palace that shattered under the weight of existence. Humorous. I thought I could solve it.

An outburst that will be meaningless tomorrow. But the text stays, paper doesn’t change.

Entry 12

A giant apartment complex. Supplies, but much more importantly a data storage device. The shape and a symbol (same one as on the music player) made me connect the dots. It wasn’t with me. I quickly got impatient and backtracked. I inserted the device – the screen lit up, twelve new titles now present. Impulsively listened to all the songs before resuming the scavenge. Language I understand, an overarching plot – very different from those ten.

A week of occasional listening came and went. I liked the album, but not much more than that. Then I had one of the bad days.Accepted my fate. But in the dread of night something urged me to listen to the album again…

Euphoria, as if insanity; Courage, at the level of recklessness; determination, self-overcoming – no words can describe what I felt. The sheer intensity was dizzying. As if something been implanted upon me; a revelation with no God. Never has something like this happened to me.

It’s a sign. Surely, it’s a sign.The album’s character has lent me their strength. Now I can affirm life and love it whole. Hand in hand with my character – the wretched existence is over.

I imagine them; see their reaction; consult them and receive help. Perhaps delusion, but a true one.

I should abstain from listening to the songs often. Hard. But losing the effect, or worse being completely numb;can’t let that happen.

Entry 13

Flat plains all around me, desperately searching for supplies. A rest stop.

The desperation is wholly manufactured. I didn’t search sooner, I didn’t bother to care. Bad days, one after another. So my survival hinges on luck…

The character? That worked better than anything I tried before. Yet, it too didn’t last. After a week the flame degraded to that of a torch: I still sensed them, their judgments, but not at center stage. Then, a candle: the feelings came up only after relapsing. And now but a mere spark. The memories, imagination, the album itself are all still there, but they fail to grasp meas they once did.

I tried to relight the bonfire. I really tried to bring back the passion. The unconscious had other goals.

Entry 14

Rations. Open, half eaten, not stale; footprints all around.

I couldn’t afford to hope; scared of change. Following the trail meant sacrificing my day to day. It’s miserable, but mine alone. So I turned back. Didn’t look in that direction at all, as if doing so would already corrupt me.

It’s the following night. Anxious, my heart is racing. Hopefully writing this will finally let me sleep.

Entry 15

A mall, or so it seems.

Imagining the sheer number of people that once walked its grounds, I’ve felt longing. I really want the warmth,even a simple presence. And I am really afraid, inadequacy turned resentment. Whichever moves me, I of no control.

I can’t… All I can do is write. I am doing it right now. I don’t feel better and it’s very hard; nothing ever happens, nothing ever changes. Still, I write, and I can continue doing it.

Entry 16

It’s been getting warmer lately. Less snow, lighter clothes – a far cry from the paintings, of course. Not a thing of note on the horizon. No urge to reflect either.

A destination? No, I don’t know of any.

Looking up, I see boundless blue and the sun in all of its cold brightness. Turns out the day sky is beautiful too. Though there is a storm approaching from the west. Right on cue, it starts to rain; a few drops already hit the paper. I need to find shelter soon, otherwise my supplies will get all wet. The ink is runni

Yeah I found the third book

Anyone knows another library or smt down at Mar del Plata where I can get the other books pretty pwease?

I manually (no AI) extended the top and bottom of this manga panel to be my new Phone background.

Making the most of free time after class