SCARS!

Departures of greater and closer beings have long since taken place. The violent storms have come and gone, bringing the wetlands back into existence, and meeting the dim and final dawn of the Advent. My heart has gone through much since these times, the exhaustion and fatigue I have faced throughout these past treacherous turnings within time have left me in a scramble, have left me in a state where I feel I no longer belong; a state which once again now has me headed towards the direction of higher beings.

The fraction that I have come to know throughout these ages has fallen, much like I once had during the exile, and various times following it. However, the fall that has recently taken place has left this fraction at the bottom, where the desire to rise has become a strong burning and violent obsession, something like I’ve never seen before. 

These times are most certainly the end of day’s. While darker knights will still linger, much like blackened skies that beckon above, I for one, feel that a much darker end calls out to us all in the distance. This phase that has now gone into effect shall bring about the final mourning’s I am likely to know, as this dimmer dawn will surely remind me of the times that past, before the exile managed to seep it’s way into this line. I know now, that this search for those that dwell and exist higher than I will now become much more vigorous, as this cracked hourglass that releases this time of fate will surely mark the end of all I have come to know, and all I have ever dreamed to become. 

I have spent hours upon hours drifting in an out on time in this grand scape, ever since my fleet from the others. The warring that had took place here, has left this land crying out in pain for the damage that has been done will never be forgotten. The feeling that resides here now, is something so much different than before. For now, the darkest mourning’s I had ever known are seemingly beginning to break, while the Darker nights that beckon now seem to be nothing but a precursor to something even more sinister. It is as if now, all is calm, all is quiet here, yet deep inside of me – a chaotic conflict occurs and ensues, for every part of my being now knows that an hourglass has been flipped for the final time.

These sands of time no longer pour out to the bottom of some strangely shaped glass, but they instead mark the earth, the graves of those who are destined to meet their fates at the end of day’s, those who dream of flying away, at sunrise. It is these very sands of time that now have me moving in haste across this scape towards something much more familiar, bringing about something much colder. The cavern walls were forged at the dawn of a new Advent, one in which that was in a way, very much so foreign to me. I knew not of the greater things I would come to learn, I knew not of the tragedies I would come to face, I knew not of the Fates I would be met with, even now. But even now, looking back, I was somehow able to make it out alive.

The times have long since changed. That advent is now lost in some strange time, where my overcoming’s had been erased by cracks and faults of a timeline once tempered with. All was lost, along with all that was once held dear. The place where I must head is a place where the those much wiser than I, spoke of hands much greater than mine reach out to touch the earth – to touch those who have fallen, to guide those like me, home. It is a place said to house cold much more frigid than what I have once experienced within Cavern Walls, yet much more grander in scale. I know that it may be many nights before I am to catch wind of this place, but even now, it feels as if a different aspect of me has known of such a place – forever.

There was once a subtle time when peace seemingly spread it’s wings across this place. Not this grand scape in which I reside in now, at the end of day’s, but a different place in a different space. It held the balance of serenity and chaos in it’s palm, all within a period of peace. These are the times that I  took for granted, for what seems like for eons – I’ve always longed for more. These were the subtle, yet impacting times where the Universe once cradled me in it’s arms, whispering to me that I was apart of the whole. Little did I know what I was truly apart of during those times, even lesser did I know how fast those times would fade. The soul that I once crossed held a sort of divinity in it’s light. It showed me a path to a much brighter light, it showed me visions of a much wiser and stronger me, it showed me what I could become if I just stayed the course.

Times have long since changed since those day’s, bonds have long since been broken, shadows have long since risen, cycles have long since faded, much like the light of day’s, and now – contracts shall soon be ended. I was once bound by the chains of this Advent, but now I am gradually being set free – free from all of this. The heart which beats within my chest, beats with the remains of hope in mind. And my mind which drifts within my head, drifts further off towards greater speeds, and newer life. Since the extending of fates, I have sought solitude from the war that has washed over my comrades. Many of them still, stuck in the echoes of conflict and strife, much like I – as I make my way off into the unknown within this vast place.

You were the one who once kept me bounded to earth, committed to a path that was taken with not only myself in mind, promised to Advents that would seek to break me down and siphon the strength and energy that was gifted to me upon my arrival. But even now, as the darker nights spin in place, I am committed to moving. For though there may be time remaining on the Fates I once signed to, I also know that an hourglass of old has been flipped for it’s final time, an hourglass that will, in time, dispel a much truer fate than the rest.

From Caverns, to Plains, below Castles, and on Frontiers – I have been forced to come to terms with the tragedies that these past ages have bestowed upon on me. They have shaken me to my core, whilst washing away the things I hold dear beneath darkened and violent seas. Forgiveness perhaps, is something I am capable of, but I find the memories of such actions to be much more of a devastating force, between the two. It is with this in mind that the pain, and the anguish will forever exist, it will forever linger – within the echoes.  Hands that were once crossed, like wires, bonded souls that were always meant to expire. Souls that were once birthed, like a new light, were never meant to last forever. Fading’s, much like what this Advent is met with now, are what is to be met at the end of every force within this plane. But I swore, all those ages ago, that as my longings grow stronger, and as the suffering beckons further, that I would stay the course – forging a binding contract till an Advents end.

So even now, as the 8th sleep holds watch over my tired all, I know that in rest, I’ll return to you. Not the cells that make up an empty space, or the heart that beats and changes direction with each and every passing day; but instead the force we all once knew but forever forgotten. The you that I know I must become when this is all over, the you that will never return.