This is going to be a strange place to post this, but if I can see rightly some life still lives on in this forum and I have the strangest melancholy growing in my chest about it.
I remember reading SSSS back when I was younger - fifteen, I think, back when it all started. I kept up with it for a few years and then my life got busy and my brain decided to shift on to so many other things that all I really remembered was some beautiful art and some wonderful focus on languages. I never engaged with the fandom, or the community, and seeing what happened recently it's...very strange to feel sad about not doing that.
I decided to give the comic a reread just two days ago because I was talking about a setting of my own that I wrote back in the late 2010s as a place for a few friends to make up stories in and to roleplay around. Though it was inspired by dozens of other things there was Stand Still, Stay Silent in the DNA. Post-apocalypse, horror, and a desperate thirst for discovering what was lost and humanity clawing back after a lot of despair.
I decided, having started at page one (and going there from an ancient bookmark somewher near the end of Adventure I) to see how far I had to go, how much I could read before catching up again. Ten years worth of content, right? And now I have no idea if I even want to keep reading all the way to the end, even through stuff I've never seen before, because of the terrible weight of how the comic's ending came to be. I even read the author's statement about 'old works' and how she can't recommend them anymore and that makes me sad, deeply, as a writer myself. I couldn't imagine growing so distant from something I loved and poured my heart into.
This is just a very long way of saying - I can't imagine all the pain at the slow decline, I can feel a sharp disappointment now on my own - not that it ended, but around how -, and that it's heartening to see people brought together by a creative work still holding on to each other.