“What was the future like?” They asked as they cowered beneath their quilts. He knew it would not be smart to speak words of some ever-bending timeline, but he knew deep down, after catching glimpse of the glowing within their eyes – that they deserved to know what he saw. It was only after the quiet waves slept them all off to sleep, did he once again begin to dream of the dangerous fate that should befall him.
Time is much different now, it is more different that it has ever been before. The echo’s scream feelings of returning to the ways I once dreamed things to be; but I know the cycles to be violent and vigorous; for they show no mercy even amongst the youngest and purest of souls. They seek to pray on every living thing capable of feeling, they are relentless in their actions, never resting, forever beckoning.
The day that I which reached now is truly a day of liberation; it is a day where I am free to once again choose my direction and take on the forces, head on, that have been lingering behind me for so long. Since the second departure and the second arrival, forces have been stirring; and while I know that age is now behind me, there is still a threshold that I have yet to reach. For my heart now calls to me to fight for what seemingly awaits, to fight for what has been calling to me for so long.
A sea with beloved remains wishes to be explored, and my tired eyes alone wish to see no more of all that has once been lost. But I know even now that this journey will be a lonely one, for scapes much larger than anything I have witnessed before await me, with splits in futures and places that echo from a place in my heart. Greater forces have now awoken and seek to reclaim what is there’s, to claim what is no longer needed, and what no longer desires to be. It is of these very forces that I must now surpass, along with a threshold; however, the difficulty of this will be unlike anything I have ever faced before. And as I am reminded of all that has sunk at sea, I am left with a knowing that I am all that remains of those days, of that age, and with that in mind, all that is left to lose – is me,
In a place of such vastness, chaos and confusion – I have lost my way. The trials and visions from something once called the 6th sleep have seemingly passed, and now it all remains to be nothing more than an echo, a nightmare in essence; yet a glimpse into something that’s shivering far beyond what my eyes can see. The forces that have recently kept me bound to this place are beginning to flee, for they know now that the day they have been awaiting is now in reach. They can sense it, feel it, even taste it; they know my shortcomings, failures and mistakes have brought upon lines that I had only once dreamed of during darkened nights when you were by my side. After all the escapes and all the runnings of the past era, it has all become a reality, and here I am face to face with timelines once again.
In essence, the rebirth which has begun to take place now is nothing but a reconnecting, a restart, a remembrance of what was once lost. However, I no longer seek to become what I once was; I seek to past the threshold and become the being I know who is in reach, capable of changing these lines to the ones that you once envisioned. And though you, along with the rest are gone, trapped beneath rotting debris of some blackened sea; the essence that remains of all that once was is enough to feed me the momentum needed to create what must become.
Yes I know there are forces, yes I know there are beings, and I know there are sides of me which wish only to shatter lines leading to that strange yet seemingly inevitable moment where I fall victim to the forces amongst some new and rising sun; but now that a choice has been made, and a will has been sought I shall see to it with all that I am, and all that I become, to erase that very moment from this reality. For the words that have been spoken to me were that it is all up to me, that the greatest challenge yet, full of greater challenges – is now here.
~ For bravery, will, and consistency is what built the towers, crafted by one traveler alone. Though he shall rest, the rest is his, and deserved beneath a setting sun.
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.