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Week of Demise 2025: Interest/Availability Check

guess who's back after 4 years. That's right.

(feel free to share the infographic around) SHUUEN ART WEEK IS BACK!!! and better than ever! It has a webpage now for updates!

more importantly though, a Google Form just opened up to check interest/availability dates for the Week of Demise this summer! It will close on May 16th. Please fill it out / share it around so I can decide when to hold the art week!

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Week of Demise 2025: Interest/Availability Check

guess who's back after 4 years. That's right.

(feel free to share the infographic around) SHUUEN ART WEEK IS BACK!!! and better than ever! It has a webpage now for updates!

more importantly though, a Google Form just opened up to check interest/availability dates for the Week of Demise this summer! It will close on May 16th. Please fill it out / share it around so I can decide when to hold the art week!

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why i love the film club's tragedy

okay so we were talking about the reasons for the appeal of the film club in shuuen no shiori. I realized I hadn't supplied my own honest thoughts on it. I had so much to say that I ended up taking up almost two full discord messages just to write it. anyways here it is.

i do understand how the occult club's dysfunctional relationships and dynamics can be fun to play with and examine/explore . and in concept/word only describing just their relationships alone, the film club sounds mundane/boring to me that not even I imagined that I would be a huge fan of them at first. but . one of hte special things that makes the film club so interesting is precisely the overall role they play in relation to the occult club's narrative. it's quite unique . and then like. It's Really Fun to contrast the film club and occult club because they foil each other so much. occult club's tragedy was caused/perpetuated by an overall lack of communication and trust among the group members. there was no traitor (among the four of them, at least...?) , but they all acted in accordance with the false belief that there was one. the film club's tragedy is different. the power of friendship could Not save them from their tragedy. their friendships possibly made them more susceptible their fate, even, with the suggestion that the film club did have a "traitor" (murderer) even when none of them could have suspected it. their tragedy was sudden. it was cutting those happy, mundane days short.

and then of course the other big thing is E-ki . E-ki adds to all of this interest through the power of first Subverting our expectations, red herring it the fuck out, and just Existing as a character because wha the fuck. what do you mean a 5th one .and also his ties to the bookmark of demise. THEN of course we get to experience the film club's story through his lens while knowing the inevitable tragedy that befalls them in the end (their story ended before we even began.) and the dramatic irony from knowing this while hearing e-ki repeatedly express how much he doesn't want these Fun-filled days to end. if only! if only! the reader's anticipation for the worst conclusion while e-ki is kind of clueless! it is through e-ki's meaningful interactions with the film club that the film club is given life and is made important to us, because we don't get the other film club members' perspectives. and his love for his friends is Fucking Contagious. anyways. when their happy days are cut short and it is revealed e-ki has just been dooming himself to a neverending cycle of repeating them in his head over and over and over for 10 years . bashing my head against the wall. I'm sure we would have loved to know the film club more. (I'm sure E-ki would have loved to, too. where's that quote. "It's just that, when we do things together, it brings us all closer...!") part of the overall tragedy is in not knowing them, as well. and the mystery surrounding them that is never solved and it's just. and. to me I think the very fact that shuuenpro story's itself is Less fair to the film club makes me more sympathetic to them . because at least like. The occult club had a chance to avoid their tragedy. Still does if their time loop is taken to be literal. but the film club dying is like. a set event. a vital event that eventually leads to the occult club's story beginning. The film club having a happy ending was always fundamentally incompatible with "Shuuen no Shiori". I'm sorry, E-ki.

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obscure repeatragedy fact: the -Re:act- beep

thanks june for cursing me with the knowledge of the distinct BEEP (akin to a heart rate monitor's) sound that comes IMMEDIATELY after the first chorus of the -Re:act- version of repeatragedy. ever since he pointed it out i have not been able to listen to repeatragedy re:act without hearing it. Every. Time.

tried throwing it through a high-pass filter in an attempt to isolate it more. if you don't ignore the guitar it's hard to notice it

it seems to appear only ONCE in the song. It is not a regular part of the instrumental, nor does it appear after any other chorus. just the first one. additionally, I checked the Shuuen -Re:mind- version of Repeatragedy: it doesn't have it.

uhm. considering this is not the only heartbeat-like thing relating to repeatragedy(?) (see: the pulse image before repeatragedy in the re:mind crossfade, and maybe the instrumental part before the first chorus?) I'm just sitting here like. Why. Why would you do this.

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world's least space efficient ketsumatsu yumelody (1713MB and 1713MiB)

uploaded to google drive (1713MB and 1713MiB) because why not. thank you linux for making this super easy to do.

context:

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Shuuen -Re:act- Limited Edition Cover Art (as seen on the limited download pages A | B)

(Hm. Is it just me, or is something different...? Oh well.)

[Happy April Fool's!]

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this has turned into a shuuen archiving blog by accident

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Shuuen -Re:act- (終焉-Re:act-) Album Booklet Scans

hi again. these were kind of a pain in the ass to get and then de-dust and fix the colors of (still not perfect tbh). here they are though

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Shuuen no Shiori Light Novel 4 (終焉ノ栞詩 欠落-Re:code-) Special Story + B&W Illustration Scans

original art by Komine (こみね); included in a pamphlet separate from the light novel

(1/2) front side

(2/2) back side

I hope these look good 🫡.

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Shuuen -Re:act- (終焉-Re:act-) Limited Edition 4-koma Scans

don't know if these have ever been scanned either

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Re:Houkago -Shuuen Game- (Re:放課後-終焉ゲーム-) Album Booklet Scans

if scans of these already exist somewhere, then I have never been able to find them. well. probably doesn't hurt to scan them anyways! I went to the library today to scan Shuuen stuff I had; the -Re:Houkago- booklet was one of them.

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transparent edits of Saine's art of the occult club (light novel 1), film club (light novel 3), and that other guy (light novel 4)

spent a couple of days working on these. cleaned them up as much as i could 🫡. original artist is saine (さいね)

Ah yes. and here's that other character 🙄

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to the first question: i might consider adding that to the document, I suppose? it's never really explained anywhere in canon or by word of god, but one can speculate it's to mimick the way the names of minors involved in crimes in Japan are kept confidential and instead replaced with placeholder names like "Boy A", "Girl B", etc.

second question: i have more info about that on my website guide page. I am not sure where it might be appropriate to actually explain it in the document itself, though. it's not meant to be a shuuen encyclopedia

thanks for the suggestions!

9000 Word Summary of Shuuen no Shiori (Google Doc)

realized I never made a post for my 9000 word summary of shuuenpro . i remember spending like. 5 days writing this in December and then being so burnt out i couldn't write again for the rest of the month. the film club biases are so obvious in this document. I hope I didn't do anything too dirty.

The intended audience is mainly for like. people who have never ever read Shuuenpro and don't want to actually read it. part of my desperate measures to get people to know of Shuuen no Shiori's story. etc. It was supposed to only be 6000 words. (but unfortunately, I really like the film club.)

here it is. If it has any particularly embarrassing inaccuracies feel free to comment/suggest on the document

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9000 Word Summary of Shuuen no Shiori (Google Doc)

realized I never made a post for my 9000 word summary of shuuenpro . i remember spending like. 5 days writing this in December and then being so burnt out i couldn't write again for the rest of the month. the film club biases are so obvious in this document. I hope I didn't do anything too dirty.

The intended audience is mainly for like. people who have never ever read Shuuenpro and don't want to actually read it. part of my desperate measures to get people to know of Shuuen no Shiori's story. etc. It was supposed to only be 6000 words. (but unfortunately, I really like the film club.)

here it is. If it has any particularly embarrassing inaccuracies feel free to comment/suggest on the document

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design update to shuuenpro website

hi! I just made the albums and light novel pages on my shuuenpro guide website navigable through tabs. should be a lot more convenient for mobile users now

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interminable

[crosspost of a shuuenpro "fanfic" / "love letter" I published back in January, half-written in like. an emotional frenzy. relevant again because I'm feeling a lot of the same things]

At first, it was simply a curiosity.

It appeared to be an ordinary book at first, when you had found it splayed open on the floor face-up. You surmised that it must have been there for a long, long time, as its leaves were caked in dust - to the point it seemed to dye the very first page an ashen gray.

It was a thick book. You wondered of its contents. Cryptic white symbols were etched onto the front cover, indecipherable in meaning.

You brushed the dust off the front page, sat down, and began to read.

This book, just as many books tend to, contained a story.

It wasn't a particularly impressively written story, but you would find yourself drawn to it time and time again.

It was a common story featuring common elements. A mystery, a school setting, and a cursed book. A traitor, a tragedy, and an endless loop. The characters were left unnamed, but they were unique. Eccentric in their own ways.

The cursed book became an accessory in their tragedies, but the real antagonist could hardly be known. Was it the living book whose legends came to haunt them? Was it the traitor they were told to find?

Was it the children themselves, whose suspicions of one another deceived them into a one-way trap to doom?

The tragedy repeated. Then, a narrative sleight of hand. A confrontation.

Perhaps, the words on the page read, the real "fox" was you.

The end of an act, and the beginning of a dream.

You flipped to the next act.

A mystery was unraveled about the book's origins.

The innocent children who led this tragedy crafted it themselves, willingly played their parts as they filmed and presented it in front of a festival. These children, who would be reduced to mere legends to the generation that followed them, saw the ones that would follow their trail a decade later as mere fiction.

They had loved and trusted in each other, and yet they, too, met their own tragedy, its culprit just out of their sight. A grieving child experienced an endless dream, and with that, the curtains fell before any knots could be tied.

Before you had realized it, your eyes were dancing over blank pages.

No.

You wouldn't let it end here.

You kept turning the pages. There were many of them, after all. Yet they were all unwritten. Wasted paper. Wasted space.

You flipped to the beginning, and read again.

And thus began your own endless cycle, your own endlessly repeating tragedy.

Time and time again, you would walk away from the book. And yet time and time again, you would always return. You read, and you read again, as though the crumbs you picked up fallen into the book's gutter would solve a whole story.

(And when you weren't reading, you'd see whispers of the story everywhere you go. Within common words and mundane sentences, and even the words "common" and "mundane" became anything but;

The ghosts you'd see

decorated hide-and-seek and impostors and phone calls and stolen ribbons,

echoed through conclusions and prayers and tragedies and dreams,

and gave life to numbers and colors.

Things that most would find flavorless or common—to you, when you drank them, they always would mean something else.)

You read the book a hundred times. A hundred and twenty times. By the thousand two hundredth attempt, and your brain would fill in the last digit.

One thousand, seven hundred and thirteen times.

You shone a light upon its pages as though you could uncover some final hidden message, something that could satisfy the gaping hole in your heart carved by a story that wouldn't end.

What solace was there to be found in a book whose last pages remained blank?

You tried to let it go. You really did.

But it seemed as though you had fallen under a curse, from the book about a cursed book, and led into a tragedy by a book containing endless tragedies. A book about unsolvable mysteries and unwritten endings. How ironic.

Before you lay a ghost. But try as you might, ghosts couldn't answer questions, regardless of how many times you pleaded to them.

You could only follow the ghost's trails, collect them,

burn them into your memory and into your heart,

drink up its dredges and spit them back out,

clutch it tight to your chest, and pray to higher beings, or to someone, or to no one at all—please don't take this away from me. There's already so little of it left.

How could a story so permanently engraved into your being be so fragile, so small, so fleeting?

(When you're gone, when the author's gone, and when everyone who loves and remembers has gone, who will be there to keep the memory of the rumor urban legend story that no one knows, that altered the course of your own?)

This ridiculously mundane story, of an incredibly worn-out world. You don't understand how it had touched you so.

Had the author known this would be its fate?

You would never, ever know.

Still, you love, and so you write a love letter that won't receive a response.

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shuuenpro truly will haunt me forever and like. obviously I'm fine with it being this way tbh . Uhm. But I've been thinking a lot lately, I guess, about how my motivations for staying with Shuuen are influenced primarily by what I've gained from its community. i.e. the reasons why I remain a shuuen no shiori fan are far more social in nature than any other interest I've ever had

I mean. from the very beginning, (for me, February 2019) it was already different because I was entering an interest that most people didn't seem to care for anymore . and I'm sure I at least had some level of awareness for this, that I was getting into something post-mortem. I just didn't think I'd get attached to the point that I Needed to talk about it with other people, y'know? So! around 4PM on February 11th, 2019, I gave the first couple of songs a proper listen, and then started reading the first light novel.

...and then, about 4 hours later, I made a group chat trying to get a few friends to read Shuuen no Shiori, because uh. Yeah.

uhm. and I was definitely doomed after 48 hours, because then I had actually finished reading light novel 2, which re:wired my brain and would remain my favorite light novel for years

but! around like 6-7 days in, I think things Really started to ramp up for me. because I had read just about every translation that I could find at the time out there, and made this hilariously desperate-sounding tweet that has aged incredibly well .

I also was becoming increasingly aware that it was becoming an obsession! Yeah. at some point I remember literally warning people that this was the only thing I expected myself to be talking about for months. at the same time, my Need to connect to people over shuuenpro only grew. I wanted to talk to people about shuuenpro So Fucking Badly.

and if there wasn't an easily discoverable space for it, then I had two options: give up the interest, or Make a space.

So. about a month in, after meeting/gathering enough people who were at least acquainted / knew of shuuen no shiori, I made a Discord server, which was possibly the best decision of my life. soon, I had turned 15 years old.

I was a baby shuuenpro fan. most people who joined the server were older than me and had already known of shuuenpro for years... which was admittedly a bit scary to me! but I already had a lot of passion for shuuen, and I would do anything just to find a community for it. So, somehow, I started to find one there.

around 3 months later, I uhm, organized my first Shuuen-related event: an art week during the summer (Week of Demise 2019)! But I was still very anxious at the time and (for some reason afraid of tumblr?), so while i announced it on twitter/discord, feya was the one who posted it here iirc. In the following years (2020-2021), I would become confident enough to make the announcements myself

the second half of 2019 is a bit of a blur for me, but in a good way, really. I think by some point we had around 100 members in the server. I got to meet and talk to a lot of people, and by the end of the year, I had basically found a home. and I felt genuinely so. comfortable and good about this.

and then came the need to be helpful to people, which led to the creation of a shuuenpro guide on carrd. November 2019. because there weren't really any completely up-to-date masterposts on the series I could find at the time, I made one myself. which became used a lot over the years, I think? my website now is one of the top search results for shuuenpro, so I'd say it's notable enough

I think just. what makes shuuenpro so special to me really is that it marked the first time I ever tried to actively engage with a community outside of a small circle of friends. and just how fucking awesome and good it felt to be able to organize stuff for that, to help contribute resouces and try to like. encourage revived or new interests in the series. to feel like I'm a part of something bigger. like simply being passionate about something could lead to so much .

like yes, of course I care a lot about the unresolved mysteries of shuuen, as many others do, but I think being able to participate in discussions about them (even if we would never reach an actual conclusion) is such a big part of the fun. all of those theories that we can never affirm or debunk, but being able to collaboratively contribute more and more points to them, or derive new ones from old ones, no matter how ridiculous or absurd they actually were, etc. It's just. Fun. even now I find myself looking back at messages and going. Oh my god. I missed this. we should do this again.

I am grateful to Shuuen no Shiori, but I think what I really mean what I say that is that I really am grateful to all the people I've met while in the fanbase. All of the important connections I've formed and strengthened, all of the ways through the community that I've learned to better myself—as a person, as a leader, etc. A lot of the improvement to my mental health in early high school could be attributed to the Shuuenpro community, I swear. And there are valuable skills I've picked up and projects I've pursued all originating from a love for Shuuen no Shiori, and a love for a community that I've wanted to give back to.

because I also found so much of myself in the community. I came out of it with a new favorite animal, a new favorite color, new hobbies—goddamn it, Shuuenpro was how I discovered my gender identity, among other things. 😭 I learned a lot about myself, basically! and I might even go as far to say that like. I don't think I would really be a programmer (or at least, as good of one), and I definitely wouldn't be as interested in archiving data and creating resources in the first place, if I wasn't so inspired by shuuen

In other words, Shuuen no Shiori made me.

so a love letter isn't enough, really. 1,713 love letters isn't enough, either. it's just. not.

I'm here because I want to be here, because even if I joined later than most people, I feel like I've found a true place to belong. This is my home. No matter what happens, as long as there is a community here, as long as there are people who still love this series, I too will love it. I'll take my own love for it to the grave. I won't forget it.