Final Awakenings

There are often times in which I used to sit back and let the memories flood in, like a giant tidal wave. I let them sweep across every last inch and acre of my mind, penetrating every last beat of my heart, whilst dimming every last and remaining glow of my soul. These memories are like a drug, for their high brings me back to a time when things were right, when things were pure, when things were all but a dream come true. While treading through these vast scapes, I oftentimes recall the very rest which brought about my residing here, the very rest which caused lines to break, and promises to fade, the very rest which saw all I once used to know slip away, in like a tenth of a second – and alas here I am.

For some time now, I have sensed the coming of something bitter, the marking of what I know will be the end yet at the same time, many of the answers I have been seeking all along. This feeling in essence is unsettling, for it speaks words of unspeakable change and shakings that will forever alter my entire being. It speaks of bursts of fire that will seek to at long last, devour all that I am. It speaks of shadows, the darkest there are to reside, that long to bring about the reaching out of the Lords, while these scapes are bathed in new light – erasing all that stands. It speaks of you, and the promises you once made, breaking ties and bringing about the Final Fates that remain.

With the last mornings that await me now, I know that I cannot run for this – but at the same time I know, deep down, that none of this is right, but so it does exist. For what I have once fought for will soon be for neigh, and what I once long for will no longer be no more, and for what I must now yearn for does not exist within this nightmare. This nightmare that will soon be known as reality.

When the nights subside within this place, this land is graced with a burning light I have come to long since know. It is a violent light that seeks revenge for what was once taken from it, a light that desires to succeed the dark, in all aspects, eradicating the potential for shadows to continue burning, and the certainty that dark nights will never make their return.

In a way, I have long since pledged my allegiance to the light and all the glory it had once shown and provided me with in a distant past – now much further than the time that I know now. But this light, or rather, what this light has become has now phased into something much more sinister than any else I had ever known here, thus far. It has never been my place to seek out balance for the forces in which lie in this place, however it seems that now as these new narratives shrouded in light begin to leave the lips of others, I know it will not be long until I am caught believing these lies once again, whilst caught in my search for brighter days.

I never really knew myself to be a man of chance – not then, at least. It was never in the cards for things to unfold in the way’s in which they did. The way things things sough to claim a mind of their own, and the way lines began to learn the secrets to their own mobility, only to begin to take their speeds to greater heights, off-setting the many things which I have lead to me to where I dwell now.

Times have changed immensely, since those days. But in some ways..time hasn’t changed at all. I can still feel the feeling of everything slipping between my fingers. Like sand, the miniscule pebbles of all that once was, brushing against the lines that etch my palms. Like sand, and like all that once was before these days, the time that I have come to know since this exile is now beginning to rapidly slip away. My visions have begun to blur, whilst my body begins to ache, and my heart stops to slow. Ahead of me, I can see the voyages that shall lead me to all this has been leading to, I can see the hands of greater ones reaching down in their mysterious ways.

This period is much different than the ones that have come before it. For now, vanishings, transitions, separations, and formations beyond any scope I have ever known will surely be taking place. The last of the Fates which await have long since made their way onto these lands, and while the many I once know continue to resist what has always meant to be, ever since the shifting of the lines – I am now learning meet head on with the final forces that will be at hand, for only then will I be able to find my true place.