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.
It came in a burst, trapping me in its grasp. Though this time, I was more prepared than I have been in the past, it still quickly swept over me like a tidal wave; it was inevitable, and I knew it was from the very beginning. The only thing I could do after these happenings were to watch and listen. For the signals I’ve gathered had been answers to a few of my questions that have been ever risings as the years have gone by.
It has showed on to me now, some of the things in which keep me bound to earth, a sort of winding pull, which once during some darker days captivated in a room shrouded in darkness, with colds sweats dripping down the brow, that pull had let go, and so had I, it was at that very moment I lit flares that will soon lead to the fires that will ignite the lights within the shadows I peer from now.
I see him grow weaker at an oh so rapid pace, but it seems not even death itself could stop him now. For soon he will find what will lift his soul and keep him at bay for a bit longer. As I’ve dreamed of Oceans and Seas in which you are now lost in, and I don’t know how I’ll ever get to that place, but where he’s headed, I know, is the first step. But as I watch from above, far from the shadows below, a force much more mysterious, much more unknown beckons me onto a age of new, and so now the pull grows stronger..
The beginning was just like any other episode, like any other time, during any other age; it crept in slowly like a the winter cold, like a thief in the night. Myself as well as my whereabouts had been misplaced, frozen in a way, yet more of lost within the shadows I have grown so comforted in. But as I now know, I am no longer the only one who resides here within these darker corners of the walls.
I know they are of some great danger to us all, yet I will not hesitate to fight once the time comes. For an age of war is soon to be at hand, and I know that only the bravest of the souls will endure the coming wave. Yes, I am still shaken by these echos that screech and shriek ever so loudly within my head, violently placing me in odd cycles drifting down cold, and lonely lakes and rivers. But still somehow, even within the depths of it all, I have managed to overcome it all, thankfully, once again.
What lies ahead is ultimately detrimental of us all. For I now lie here, strength diminishing greatly, with tired eyes, and see flickers of some odd futures. But that is not what I am here to discuss today, for before the coming age sets foot into this paradigm, I must inform you of what has taken place before that moment arrives..
Since descending into the shadows, I have had a difficult time re-finding my head. A long, treacherous journey down it has been. For awhile, I had firmly believed that I were to be lost in these figmented lines once again. It seems though, that I have found gravity once again, and with that, I begin to tread back upwards, only to surpass the Risings that have currently taken place.
But despite my endeavours, it has all begun to fall upon me once again, oh how it comes to quickly and silently, sneaking up on me like death itself, swallowing me whole. I have long since fallen into the state once again. It speaks words of distant and strange, yet familiar faces, and feelings of some old and ancient times. Something of warm newness every time. I know that soon, once the sun seeks to rise once again, I will begin to grow weaker. But since the arrival of the New Advent, my strength, my energy, is all ever flowing when I am now under the influence. It refuses to be shaken, it refuses to be moved, for it knows of the coming of the second Twilight era and the darkness it shall bring along with it.
This place has finally begun to crumble, and while my heart is deeply saddened by it’s obliteration, I know that somewhere it time, it will breathe new life, and that I will return. But as for me now, my heart still looks elsewhere for the resting place that I so desire here. Though I know I am still quite far off from that rest, especially with the shadows now at hand. I know the other things in which I seek are now, much more important than ever.
From where I stand now, I feel to be at a significant distance from that source, further than I was before. For the darkened nights have now begun to take hold, as the Twilight is strengthening, and I have took shelter to the Shadows once again. They are seething, breathing, and feeding on the life that resides within them. Though they may keep us safe, they take away the things we’ve come to love, the erase all the things we’ve come to know.
You were gone with them, off, strangled within some fine line of time. I know now that even though it was your time, elsewhere you reside peacefully here, where my heart tells me you were always meant to belong. A period of great chaos has begun to draw near, and while my Departures have begun once again, it seems as if even I, cannot move fast enough, in preparation for all that is to come.
And I know you, still seeking to mend what was once broken, will continue to follow the dreams that in which pin you to sleep. I grow weaker, once again as the golden skies glow stronger. I know that soon, this will all swallow me whole once again, but perhaps once that time comes around, the answer to at least one of my questions, the task to one of these missions, will be fulfilled.