I'm a bit tardy, aren't I.
This final chapter is... how do I put this. Peaceful? It's 'Indifferent' in a sense that I feel nothing. But not in a bad way, I suppose. I guess it makes sense since this is 'Nirvana', or 'The Return to Nothing'. Honestly, I knew I definitely wasn't going to have any strong emotions about the final chapter ever since a dozen couple of chapters ago.
Phos continues to be clumsy, curious, innocent. Or rather, her true nature is unclouded by 'attachments' now. Aechmea, Cinnabar, Kongo-sensei - they're all 'gone'. But they wanted that. I don't believe that immortality is a 'horrifying curse' or anything like that, but rather, the eternal rot and inability to choose when to end oneself was the main problem.
I do not remember much of the plot at this point. It's been so long since I've really thought about a lot of the events of the manga. In a way, I, too, have been 'cleansed' by these last few chapters. Yes, there are memories of events that I may retrieve when I wish, such is their weight and impact on me, but I think I don't really need to. After all, Phos doesn't need to, either. Aniki didn't burden Phos with anything of the past, and I think it might be better this way.
Even here, Phos becomes lighter and lighter, though. As expected, in a story based on Buddhist themes, nothing lasts forever. But I hope that despite the fact, they'll continue to enjoy this serenity. For all our sake's. In a way, being made of Phosphophyllite, only she could have been the protagonist of this story. Fragile and brittle, unenduring, yet still being able to live through everything that happened until reaching this point... I'm proud of them.
I have no idea what's going on in this new world. Others could explain it better than me. Something about Phos' fragments becoming comets in sub-universes... Photon flowers... mysterious creatures that fly, or maybe float? At this point, to simply bask in rays of calm is the natural course of action. No need for conflict, no need for troubles, no need for any of those things.
To merely flip the pages and look closely, it's akin to an impressionistic painting. To 'feel' is enough. Your heart will understand it enough by itself.
Your comet has brought along many things I could never have imagined years before I knew of its story, but even as it dissipates as comets are want to do, I cannot help but look and appreciate its last few glows. Thank you. Goodbye, Phos.