Life is fickle. You can wake up normally, the next? You're dead. But what if you knew you had one year left? No matter what you did, nothing could change your schedule. Free to do anything until time runs out. Forever dead. Gone. When that happens, will you be left with regret? Or eternal memories? Will you take risks and do the unthinkable, or will you do nothing like a coward? Tick tock, the clock is moving. Memento Mori, Unus Annus.