Escape the delusion, the noise and pollution, The true immortals are made out of wood. They call us Bristlecone Pines. They call me Methuselah.

At last, we’ve reached the end of our star crossed journey with Ganta and Isaki, with the two finally officially cementing their affection for each other, for real this time, and facing the unknown ...

(The rings of ancient bristlecone pines like Methuselah are more challenging to count, because the trunks are so distorted that new rings may form at right angles to ones formed long before.) ...