These endless days of beautiful dawns constantly have me pondering of what lies beyond these lands. Path that brought me here, for what reason am I traveling such distance?

To exit an age of chaos was why the Cavern stood, and since it’s collapse, a gate only welcoming my as shown the little sort of direction where I go from here.

But I sense something more mysterious, unknown to this section of this age, yet so familiar. What is this feeling that haunts me so?

I feel two bloodlines, one of some past darkness, and future visions, soon to collide down these roads, my mind?, or perhaps my heart.

These tired eyes are no longer the chains that hold me down, I have become careless, and resistant to this tiredness that pulls on my soul. If I shall fade from this, and this shall be my fate

I will spend forever in my grave pondering this mysterious feeling. 

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Too much of the same, the future is the past, the past has always been the future, but I have always been to blind to actually see. The time that repeats itself at the end of this era is taunting me, putting my mind in some twisted span, wondering if the future that is to come will at all change? I know I must make the changes, and set a solid path in which to go by. But with these Plains and there several paths, sticking with one path seems much to difficult. Very far ahead, I can see storms forming and spinning with all their might, praying that these dawning skies will last forever, I know I am not too far from the chaos that is waiting ahead for me. The darkness behind me, still waiting it’s turn, has me nervous and cautious with every move I make. This strange feeling I have never felt before has my heart spinning out of control.

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Things seem to occur to me that often the forces around me cause to become weaker than I am usually used too. Often, I never blame anyone of my faults other than myself, or so what I try to do. Staring at the world, and all it’s movement, I am left speechless, in what way do I have the will power, the gratefulness, or even the worthiness to live among these people. Perhaps I am unfit? Or just maybe, my soul is waiting for the right time to join the crowd and live among the rest and finally rest in silence. Or what if the Gods, still up to their mysterious plans, have a different fate for me? These roads and paths only lead to one place, sometimes I know where I may end up is not in my control.