It all starts with a desire, a desire which holds greater strengths amongst all other desires. It is this very desire that spawns the environment in which the cycle needs in order to be conceived. The environment in which cycles are birthed are a place that clings truthfully close to you. It is now always a conscious clinging, for you may walk and wander for all of eternity yet still be unaware of the clinging very essence. This environment eventually becomes part of you, almost becomes you in a way. It is not something we all can simply turn around and face in a blink of an eye, for our eyes must be forced wide-open to even notice the very leaching that is taking place.
Soon, the comfortability sets in, the acceptance of a fate that deep down, you know is not what you desire. But it’s all you know, it’s all you’ve ever known, and soon it will make sure it will become all you shall ever be. These vicious turnings and attacks, clingings and acceptances which lead to infinite loops are the very cycles that I run from now. They are dangerous in their very essence, however time and time again, I find myself playing with them, dancing with them, almost like how a child plays with fire – ignorant to the great amount of destruction in which it is more than capable of causing.
But it is from cycles where I had learned to arise and become the person I once was, to rise and become greater than the being I once was. Though I admit, part of me is not their yet, however the threshold is soon to be reached once again, and from their a vigorous journey followed by only fates and death itself awaits. It is only during this point, at this threshold, shall I be allowed to partake in such a dangerous life, such an unknown path that will determine a series of fates that I alone am not even prepared to know.
With this in mind, I continue to tread carefully, as I know the liberation of these barren lands will soon be complete, and something much larger, something of much grander landscapes awaits me not to far ahead. Though for ever tremble, for every shaking, for every stumble, and for every fall – I move backwards in time, stuck within another vicious cycle; left alone to fight it off as if some silent war in taking place.
I know you once held high hopes for who I was to become, part of me still strives to reach what I have dreamed of so long, in memory of you alone; however, I know that I am now more than what I once was then. I know the dangers and lies that have spilled following days have shaken the very foundation of this place. For in knowing the truth, I signed an oath to meet with a fate that lies in resonance with my lines. For soon I shall meet these fates, but until then I must continue onward, with only memory and remembrance of what the cycles are more than capable of.
Time has seen itself pass here, watching days of the future speed by like a driver and it’s motorcycle, speeding down some lonely mysterious highway as the hand strikes midnight. There is a certain force that comes with all of this, a certain knowing and a certain task. The knowing is of an unavoidable fate, a death that has sparkled and glimmered down the long and finite lines we call life. This knowing I’ve seen glimpses of, this knowing I have dreamed of, this knowing has now begun to call out to me once again; as if it’s spent it’s recent days slumbering away heavily, restoring its energy vigorously, almost as if it’s entire existence has been centered around tormenting me so.
I stand here now with a choice, a choice that I have made time and time again, with greater and greater repercussions each with each and everyone of my shortcomings. For with dark day’s beginning once again, I know the days leading up to the a new advent are beginning to decrease once again. The 6th sleep which has encompassed me so speaks of numbered days and coming fates in which seek to remove me entirely, erasing all that I am, shattering me into pieces which cannot be put back together.
It is with this knowing that speaks of a final chance which many do not receive, a final chance to reach the heights I had always visioned, to escape the darkness and echo’s that plague me so. Deliverance comes in the strangest of packages, but with two now being presented to me; I know very little of the fate that likely resides in each.
Upon closing my eyes and returning to the place of darkness, the place where conflict and peace collide, the place where only essence is felt and nothing is seen; I can sense that everlasting connection I once thought to had been erased forever. It is buried completely unknown to me, it’s longings shake my entire being yet give my soul and all that I am to continue onward, greater than any driving force that has ever existed. It is whatever this is that I feel and sense while dreaming upon wide and open plains, while glimpsing amongst cityscapes, and while running up barren and tall hills during the dangerous twilight of some silent summer afternoon.
The fates that await me are like lords themselves. They await to pass judgement which shall determine my next where about. They have the strength to grant me the eternal rest alongside force that I so crave, while also hold the right to condemn me to a place where all my efforts, past, present and future, will prove to be for nothing.
The task in which I hold at hand is now a dangerous one. For any misstep could mark my end, where any non-calculated decision force me to return to square one or even further back.
In an era not too long ago, I lost everything. All that had been lost now lies at the bottom of some dark, black, and violent sea. It is with all that had once been lost did I decide to take on this task as a last resort.
The darkness that has been steadily growing over these scapes for so long has now begun to move at a more fiercer rate, putting everything it moves so creepily by, into a panic of sorts. Now I’ve witnessed such shadows before, and know all too well of what they are capable of. But the veil that I have been protected by for some-time now as begun to fade, and I am left exposed in the open once again. Whispers of wars have been growing and rising with every day passing, and I know a strike is imminent.
We have been left in a dream state, as the 6th sleep has wrapped it’s beckoning hands around us. What the future has shown us is strange, images so confusing and words so distorted and cannot make out exactly what may lie ahead. Undoubtedly, I begin my movements yet again, even after being shaken by what has been shown to me. I know it is what you would have wanted, and I know it is what my essence desires.
I have fallen many times since my last movements, however my seemingly undying will to go on has been persistent, acting as a light beaming brightly through the thick darkness that has now enveloped these lands. Moving forward from here will not be an easy task; while many shall wait for coming dawn to begin movement anew, I know mine must be made immediately. For even though cycles of old are perishing faster than anything I have ever seen, new ones are being born every day, and seek to swallow me up within their conception.
They are now gunning for me. Like law chasing a mysterious thief under the moonlit sky. I have now begun to feel it’s waves and part of me grows weaker with every day that passes. Visions of all that I used to know have now begun to infiltrate my mind, seeping through my soul and shaking my very core. For a moment I had given in; only to realize that the feeling was not like how it felt once before.
I fear now that this force in essence wishes to do more than stall me. For now it feels much more sinister, much more strange, much more..dangerous. But even in knowing this my eyes have begun to ache in exhaust as they now grow heavier with each passing moment. The stride I am taking now has been warned to be one of my last. For darker hours have now begun to make their way in – entropy itself becoming ever more present.
Oh, I know you – you once wished to exile me out.
Left above the skies, walk mens with eager feet, they are
spying through the walls, they all know where you sleep.
My path of war and redemption has begun; for now I have begun to race
the quick and current setting sun.
It has begun to sway, it’s tides now seeking to wash him away.
Your name slips through my tongue, my body now shaking from the vibration it holds.
My vision has begun to fade and now the blackouts have made their way in. For now,
I do not know what will become of me, but these lands are great and infinite and you speak of new
beacons that lay asleep – to find. I shall do my best to seek them out, eyes locked on the darkened forces that
now begin to close near.
For many too long now I have been seen as a runner, a traveler, a wanderer; aimlessly moving throughout some strange and empty spaces. But now, it seems the trails that I have been following for what feels to be an eternity have led me to a place that feels oh-so familiar. Much like during the final day’s of the Plains, these skies have begun to morph once again, and darkness beyond anything I have ever known is now beginning to creep it’s way in.
The ages are ultimately changing, and these morphings are the first to signify it. My arrival to this place was late, as once the arrival of the Advent had set in, I had been stuck in between an older in a newer place. That time has since been lost, and though I have continued onward, my arrival along with the DawnGates came with a delay. The twilight here has now begun to settle in, and the forces that lurk within the shadows wish for nothing but war.
My eyes have begun to grow more tired than they have ever grown before, and visions of you have now begun to spiral down time lines I had once thought to be forever erased. Echo’s of the 4th have since begun to ring from various directions; but these lands are so large and endless, so endless and infinite – that my sense of direction is seemingly almost non-existent. However, I will now fall victim just yet, for I know soon enough, the 6th sleep will arrive once the Twilight stretches for it’s rest, and shall swallow me whole. It feels sinister this time, something different is on about it, yet my mind simply cannot trace exactly what.
I know I must fight with all the energy I have left once the time comes, and war is imminent on this place. For they now know that you are weakened, and they wish to put you to your final rest before you can heal. We are all that’s left, and I shall be your protector, and you shall be mine; together we will journey into these shadows and discover all it has to behold.
He seeks a balanced life, guided by the forces of what he loves, faithful to the fates that present themselves to him – every so often. The period of time in which I am headed to now is something I have not set eyes upon for quite some time. Since the Dawn of the last era, this sort of period has failed to take it’s place. And with that, many have been at rest. But now, things have begun to stir within the shadows once again; the same place where you are now headed, the same place that you must confront.
A force much greater than us all will soon sweep it’s way throughout these endless lands, making it’s way into the minds of many – swallowing them whole. They now whisper rumors of war and fate, and it’s beginning to spread like wildfire. I’ve held you close to my heart for all this time, but it’s now proving to be a blessing and a curse. I know soon, we will both break, and what is to follow still remains unknown to me. The times have failed me an infinite amount, and now, my only faith is in me. For you once held faith in me, and despite my shortcomings you held on, at least until time claimed you as it’s own.
They say his day’s are limited and the only way to save him is to join forces once again. So with that said, I am headed to the shadows, a place much more dangerous than he dwells, but ultimately one in the same. I can feel his heart, it beats stronger with every passing day, yet I know it has begun to exhaust, and once it slows – the cold will ultimately catch up.
We will fight side by side no matter what it takes during these days that are rushing their way towards us. For you are one of those who have rose up before I, and for that, I envy you. Perhaps soon, I can become what you have become or perhaps soon, I shall find you – wanderer. Drifter of endless spaces and the one they speak of as the 4th. Our time is heavily limited, and now the Twilight has begun to grow thick. This golden sky is piercing my eyes, and shall only worsen as the day’s past by.
Within this large and open scape has come a time quite different from the time that has past once before, yet at the same time, brings back echo’s that will forever continue to reverberate within the vibrations of the wind, spreading and making their way across everything I carry and hold, so closely. The echo’s have forever been a thing of consistency never leaving, never failing, yet always moving. At this same time, however, you fight them, gasping for air as they circle around you and all you know, like chaos, spiraling freely and out of control.
The twilight age of this new era has at long last, begun. With it, much darkness has begun to make it’s way here. I now find myself in great conflict, greater than any conflict I have ever came across, before. This conflict in essence however, is something more, it is alive, like a communicating force – though I have not yet fully learned to understand it. I know movements are set to pick up again, all too soon, and with it the loneliness and cold will soon find it’s way settling in, once again.
It has been much too long since a true war has taken place, and this journey, thus far, has been a solemn one; the darkness that has been trailing me for so long has now begun to make way, at dangerous distances. But in knowing this, I also know that I had once lost everything. For in knowing what I may lose now, will never equal to what I had lost before, I have begun to make my way upwards once again, fearless of the shadows, and darkened seas that may seek to swallow me up once again. For I can still run, and for as long as I can do that, a destination within these infinite scapes awaits not too long ahead. I must now seek it out, and initiate phases that have been sitting idle for far too long.