I dreamt that the last chapter of Chainsaw Man only came out in physical print. It was a book, and it was a salmon-colored cloth bound art book with prose, illustrations and comics in a variety of styles. It detailed the collapse of civilization in surreal and upsetting detail while also preserving a record of what influenced Fujimoto and what art in general meant to him. There were hidden puzzles, and a mechanism in the book’s spine that kept you from flipping ahead while reading it