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.
Soon all things I have come to know will become dangerous once again. Time has begun to speed up once again, and as these skies have quickly begun to shift and take form within this Twilight Age, I know what awaits is a road that I have avoided facing for much too long. You always held great faith in my heart, the faith that I would carry on despite the uncertainties that would befall me, despite the uncertainties that would befall us all. But though your words and trust may have been lies, they have clung to this place like needles, spewing a poison much greater than what had infiltrated me, long before the cavern walls.
The darkness which has quickly begun its movement is not a unknown darkness, it will not make a mysterious appearance, drifting around some sudden old and lonely path. For it will arise from the shadows of the past, and the fears and uncertainties of the future. They echo’s speak of some strange war that will take place in the night, a war that will test all of our might. For every man and woman shall reach a point where the decision of either life or death must be decided. But it seems now the neither one nor the other is currently present to me, for the decision I shall make, will be an option that has never been offered to me before. An offer to see light within darkness, a chance to meet the darkness within light.
I know what must now take place, and fortunately for me, I had never ceased the movement. And though my eyes grow tired with every vanishing Twilight, as we move ever quickly to the 6th sleep, I know must rise like the others, I know I must reach what we had once dreamed, as a collective, as one. For I now realize that it was all valid. And though the many locks, keys, and codes may be scattered throughout the shadows, I know they will be discovered, I know they will find you.
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.