The echo’s that I have now faced are echo’s that do not ring familiar to me, in sight at least. Time and time again I have been left to wonder what tragedy must have taken place to set off such dangerous cycles. For I have now grown fatigued of what has come and what has gone, for it presents itself time and time again in a manner so familiar of darker days which had once begun to settle in, so long ago. I know now, however, that such times are making their way back in cycles which breathe of a new fasion. And while their arrival may come in a different form, they reveal themselves as cycles nonetheless, dangerous patterns trapping me, swallowing up my entire being.
It was in these cycles that they presented you, stirring my heavy eyes off into a direction that still remains quite unknown to me. Illuminated, the essence you held was of something greater. Of a healing much higher than any healing I had ever endured, your being in it’s entirety, captivating and hypnotizing, full of the organic energy I seek to harness myself. Starting from the brokenness, you knew that I had desired her, so you told me the truth. Broken as I knew I’d be, the truth had set me free there, unlike here, where lies and mysteries still remain present. as I grow seemingly further from the answers that I seek.
I know that soon you will return, you shape and form yourself in mysterious ways, but undoubtedly you will make your way back in again. I only hope that by then, I will be ready to fight once again. For soon a new Prime will be reached, and during that time wars will rage, and much will be lost. But with what little that remains after all this time, I no longer fear loss to the degree that I have once had before. I feel that this is what you would have ultimately wanted, though I can never be for sure, as all those knowings are nowhere to be found, separated and degraded – within the endless spaces of some bottomless, sea.
You have begun to drift back and forth between various worlds, spinning and burying the treasures you find on planes these midnight ships have taken you to – time and time again. It has no longer been a main concern as to your whereabouts and your endeavors, for you have opened our world to flames once again, and once such fires begin to burn, there will be no going back.
The day’s have quickly begun to grow darker, while the transition is miniscule to the untrained eye, we feel it all, the moment the cycles begin to infiltrate their way back into this place. For the tides have began to rise and soon waves will crash into these constructs, shaking all that we know. But what I know, is that you have sought to escape the cycles; however, the cycles pull is like gravity, underestimated, yet always present, tracing every step. A war must take place inside once again, in order for you to find the true escape from the spinnings you have witnessed for oh-so-long.
And you’re still a young one, in the midst of the night sky sprawled out on some small space within the vastness of the open sea. You have seen with your own eyes all that we have dreamed, you have witnessed with your own mind the flashings that cause us to revert back to where the pull wants us. You have seen the wars that are headed in our direction, and now, you seek to find the rest that we shall encounter soon for the 6th time. But little do you know, your time in essence is limited, for there will not always be a warm breeze brushing past your soul, soon you will know the cold, but in such cold you will know the light. A light much greater than moonbeams and the dancing stars above. But before all of this, he must arrive, stumbling in on some strange earth, alien to this place, and ignorant to its laws. He is all you have now.
The darkness has now seemed to make it’s unsettling entrance. Those who were once like me have now begun to find the cycles that I have sought for so long to leave behind, the cycles that I have left hidden in the shadows, buried far down deep, beneath some cold and wooden floor boards. The Twilight Age has offered me new clarity as to what just may lie behind this blinding wall of light, though I know what lies ahead will test all of the strength that I have gathered over the eras.
Time here has begun to speed up once again, the mornings pass by in a flash, and the nights even faster. With the 6th sleep still a ways out, but quickly approaching, my only concern is reaching the next threshold before darkness like none other makes it’s way through these window seals and swallows up all that I’ve known.
The power I am left with at this time, is the power of a broken and shattered man, for a regeneration period must soon take place in order for these new thresholds to be reached, ultimately completing the balance once again. I know for him, he shall soon stumble upon this new place, in awe and in wonder of the forces that wander so swiftly around.
But for now, a coming war is at hand. Growing in strength I must be, and a clearer mind I must obtain, for where I am headed to now is no place for the unbalanced. They do not exist here, they cannot survive here. Where I head to now will take us both to where we long to be. And while the grips of chaos will be grasping for our very souls, our hearts will never seek to give out, for forever we may run, but for now we choose to fight, and to fight we shall, till our lungs give out from the poison we breathe.
~ There is a war, it is creeping through the windows now.
Shut out I have been, along with all of the echoes that seem to pound away at these chamber walls, spinning and stirring up time throughout the ages, leaving me shaking. Upon the re-arrival I had seemingly broke free, however what was to follow was a spiraling sleep which trapped me in chains, which held strong to this chamber. So many hours have gone by, and much time has been wasted since then, but it is on this day that I have finally found my way once again.
Pulling and turning, twisting and shifting the directions, I am being called out in a million different directions. Directions that are now visible to the barren mind, directions that are not comprehensible with this compass of a cell that I possess, so now I look to you all for guidance. I know the silence will persist, but all I want to know is for how long. For I’ve taken the pills that have drifted me off into stary sleeps, as the blood in my veins stopped and the echos took their place.
With all this time now passed, the Twilight Age has now finally set in, with the Twilight itself now retreating to the shadows for the time being as winds of greater lights have begun to light up the skies. The direction that I am called to next is a cheer to my reawakenings; though now, with stirring fear, and active doubt, I know that another war must take place before my spirits are lifted to those heights once again. For the forces from far within the corners in the wall are tugging at me to stay, but I know that I must go, I know that I can no longer stay here. For every step made will be a step forward, and every step backward will be a step made forward; and though I may not be where I wish to be yet, I know I can still give greater thanks for have making it this far.
The age of cold platforms within dark and empty stations are now over. And while I still may remain in echos, I know that I am no longer apart of that time, apart of that place. It is now gone, along with the night – it has been left behind.
The Winds Have Begun To Whisper Again ~
It’s not like how it was before, but then again, nothing is truly ever the same. I cannot say that I feel much stronger, nor can I say that I feel any weaker. I seem to be stuck somewhere in the in-between, an odd mess of a place, where things that were once looked to not belong have come to clash together at a violent pace, like vigorous waves out on a stormy sea. This is not the problem however, for the in-between is a place that I never truly had an issue with, but the others have. It’s lonely here, but it’s a place to grow stronger.
Ceasing all that has tended to hold me back in the past, I have now since continued onwards into these Landscapes of new, and am constantly reminded of all that took place that full era ago. I know he will return once more and finish what is left, but what is left here is vast and much larger than anything I have ever seen before. With new discoveries glimmering, in a blinded fashion in the twilight skies, I know more answers to questions I have not even begun to ask will soon be revealed here.
For it wasn’t too long ago that a collapse took place, and all was lost in a free-falling tumble. That’s when I knew that things would never be the same ever again. And so quickly I moved, encapsulated by the glowings of your soul, drawn in by the pull of your eyes, softly, yet gradually, like the moon in essence. But with the Twilight here now, I can only imagine what hostility awaits around these lands. For the winds that echo through my windows speak to me of an over-due war, of shifts far beyond my comprehension, of created timelines, crafted by the hands of those who bind me to earth. I know when the time comes, I will fight; for all that is left, and for all that has been lost.
We made our way in safely. Despite experiencing the rising pull that the new era had on us, it was a safe arrival for us all in the end. I have seen the skies like this before many eras ago. They spoke whispers of some shattered hearts, yet at the same time, they held secrets of a sinister, yet beautiful place. Making my way in, I knew immediately of the darkness it contained, but as I had overcome, it had seemingly brought upon a Golden Age.
Time has of course changed much since then, for many wars have taken place, and many wars are afoot. But even now with it’s return, I ponder upon it’s possible contents and motives this time around. For during this time, before the starting of fires and manipulation of time, I had heard the darkness speak out in a strange place. It sought to awaken during a Twilight Age, during a time much like now when I would be the same, when I would be weak, and perhaps fall victim to the same fate once again.
Even with the exile long behind us, a part of me remains in fear, for failure once again will surely result in fate, something I cannot afford during this crucial time. The hours have begun to turn at some strange and mysterious angles, twisting and pulling at my mind, ultimately sweeping me into a phase that not even sleep can induce. I have long since been in cleansing of the poison, yet even now, I am still in and out of sleep. You now, are rarely part of this picture, yet somehow still, intertwined with all that is, and all that I used to know.
Haunting as these skies are, I know this Greying will not be around for long. For once they vanish once again and the ones winged with bravery, light, and grace depart, I will know that my turn is at hand, and no time will be wasted any further. For the lack off the rich energy that runs through me has seemed to sift in and out during odd periods. I know it won’t be long until I must turn to a greater force to continue that path I had set out on not to long ago. The search will forever continue..
My weakest point was when the spinning blades kept me at bay. I had saw it all at that point, and while it did not bring forces of echoes like I had originally expected too, odd forms and shapes sprung their way across doorways which pointed me in even odder directions. I am at fault here, for all of it, and now that I know this, it will be even harder for me to make my way across echoed seas when the time comes.
I once held a wisdom that shook the foundation of this land as a whole. But now that wisdom has sprung into a world of it’s own, swallowing me whole. This places in which I travel onto are of some covered and misplaced secrets. For the forces that reside in these places truly know of no mercy, they do not speak of fear, for they do not see it like we do.
The time will come again, once the hand strikes the top of the hour, and we slowly move our way into cold and empty room; filled with so many echoes we don’t even remember, blades spinning in space where Universes collide and shakings occur. It will all happen again, and for this, I am certain. But as for now, as I speak, the pull has begun to lift and our weakening has begun to peak.
I realize that the moment I set foot onwards, there will truly be no going back. For the shifts that have happened behind my head once again, did so is such quietly fashion, I had not even realized that strange time had begun to take place once again. Time and time again I had been trying to re-grasp what I had lost. Little did I know, it was inevitable in order to move forward. And so as these arcs, turns, holes, seas cry out from some eerie distances – I know that greater Landscapes lie ahead.