With lives and dreams fading, for things more un-imaginable now than they ever were before, I climb to these new heights, only chasing my doom, running from the chaos that stands far below me. These times grow darker, and while the morning is only now beginning to shine bright for many, my period of the Evenings true arrival is soon to be at hand, where my final test, to leave this purgatory begins. In lands such as these, all things are great, heights in which only existed in my wildest dreams, yet the depths and voids below them, spinning and spiraling deep within some odd chaos, a space so dark, so mysterious, it pulls even the purest most brightest souls into it’s entire being. Perhaps you were lost to this void, lost to this chaos, when things were changed, when time was flipped, when departures were made, and exiles were sentenced. Or perhaps, your mind simply switched, like a stop light in the middle of the road, triggering different paths for different travelers, perhaps your road desired a new direction, and so that’s where you went. It has now began to settle in that running from this, this death is simply foolish on it’s own, for my end here is inevitable. Though for the time being, I am immortal, at least within my own control, for if he seeks to destroy me, then I shall seek to destroy him, and all balance will be broken.

But at this time, I prepare for a mass departure, to lands with greater heights than those that which lie here in Allahalav, lands that only seek my death, yet also seek liberation, a strange salvation, that can only be given by the greater gods above, the greater gods around us all. For when time fully returns back to normal, my end will either be near, or life will be reborn. For I saw my very end on empty platforms, residing in some crowded station on a cold winter day. I made an oath, and with that oath, I signed a contract, and this contact was death, death that I knew one way or another, would bring me the ultimate salvation.

These days that have begun to take place now, are the first days of change, the first days of change, of the new Advent. Since towards the ending of the old Advent, time has been scrambled, lost, confused within it’s own lines, misplacing my rights, and changing my fates. Though it was my exile that had in which caused this chaos in the first place, it seems my foolish mind still seeks to place blame elsewhere, however, everything could have been better. Captivated, within these shiftless lands we describe as Allahalv, the air here moves in circles, and so does the time, for always things will happen again. Despite the pain, sorrow, and regret this place brings to me, it will always remain in my heart, it will always be calling me to my death. The second departure is not alone an action towards self-salvation, yet the last glimmer of hope to find what I seek, or perhaps more importantly, save what I cherish. From here on out, the days of shiftless time, and shiftless spirits are behind me, and only dysfunctions in time will bring them back. For now these lights that lie within this land I must wander to, hold the first Beacon that must be obtained, one that shall be the first guardian to guide my towards my final destination of this journey. These chains that keep be tied to these walls now, shall soon be broken, shattered, obliterated into shards of the past. This chain, shall know longer against.

We set out, Towards the light.