It feels like eons ago, where I woke into this world, following the events of what I thought to be solace, peace, and closure alike within the frontiers of the past. But I was wrong. Although throughout the ages, this place may have provided me with a sense of hope and infinite possibility, it was all quickly swiped away when I realize that I had been wandering across these seemingly infinite scapes of a dying light. A light that was always meant to fade upon my arrival, a light that was in a sense, not even true to being with – but was eventually decoded, exposing it’s true essence. With the fading of this false light which once spread it’s wings rapidly throughout these landscapes, I came to know of the inevitable void that had always remained, that was always constant, that could never be fixed or mended. A void which is the devourer of such light and the core of the darkness which has now spread across this seemingly infinite place entirely – like a plague.

The nightfall has now settled in, along with fates, fires, and the lords alike – and all is coming together for an event that has yet to be seen during my time, an event that I never thought I must experience, let alone bare witness to. The fires that were once the flames in which I have controlled are now burning to their very desire, with little concern left for my will. They are now devouring entirely, much like the shadows that also once broke a part from me, after doing my bidding. What stands before me now in chaos entirety, for now fires, lords, fates, and even myself fight towards a line that does not exist, a line that we will never see, for we are all marked, and will forever will be, for we are all destined to be met with the final fates – fates that will determine our exists and everything in between.

When I close my eyes, I envision the time I had spent dreaming once before, dreaming of things that I have yet to proclaim to you now. The fires that now march rapidly across these landscapes hold the essence of these dreams, and in a way they cannot break free from them. For the core of their flames, the flares, which started them all were born upon the hopes and dreams of true light that I once had, true light that you once sparked within me, true light that is otherwise absent from this line and absent from this life. True light that is the only mediator, the only catalyst, making what is light and fire – one in the same.

The darkest nights and the end of this advent alike have all long since made their way in. In this time period, shadows are devouring and darkness is surrounding – with an endless void far from my perception is now said to be hungering for the souls that are to come. For the souls seeking clarity, retribution, and a rest far greater than what the 9th sleep could ever provide. In these moments is where all is ending, where all is spiraling rapidly towards the final fates that remain, as the lords and harbingers of the fates that remain keep watch like vultures with each passing moment. The day’s and hope and faith are far behind us, for what keeps us going from now until these final fates are met is nothing but the burning desires of our ebon soul’s, and the violent burning flame alike, a flame that now seeks to set on a course of it’s own – far out of my control.

I have always known that these Final Flames would not forever be mine for the taking alone, for eventually, they would grow a mind of their own, a desire of their own, and meet a fate of their own – all within these fleeting and fragile moments of time leading up to the death of this Advent and line alike. I understand deeply that what comes now are of fires that will march and spread rapidly across this vast and seemingly infinite scape, as they cleanse and set a cataclysmic course that will surely be followed by the arrival of the final fates. Fates that are inescapable, fates that have somehow always been a part of us, fates that have been waiting patiently – throughout the ages.

The willingness to allow the evolution of these flames is not an easy choice, for I know destruction is to come out of these fires that will ravage these landscapes, but I also know that these fires will become a part of me. The lords and gods alike only know how I have manage to cope with the pain all of this time from holding my hands on these flames, harnessing them, and tending to them, preparing them for something I shall ultimately have no control over. My blood is now running cold throughout these fleeting and fragile moments, for my attachment to loss and the fading of this line alike are fading rapidly, in a sense of regret as well, but at the same time I know it must be done. The weight of all of this, shadows, flames, and fates alike have long since taken toll – and have now forced me to take on a mantle of darkness that I have always been destined to claim.

This reality has quickly become ever-so crippling, to face the very fact that this line is broken, shattered, tattered and fading has put me into a state of denial and resistance time and time again; but as I have now grown and wandered long enough to see these Fates finally be settled in, as well as the arrival of a darkness that is now the darkest I have ever seen – I have slowly but surely become to accept what now lies at hand. I stare every so closely to the hands of time for not only do they speak of the remaining hours that exist for this Advent, but also the concrete consequences which lie and have begun to manifest as Final Fates during these darkest nights to come. I can see the hourglass of fates, depleting ever-so swiftly as I now seek to set fires across this vast and seemingly infinite scape. Fires that will in a sense, bring about my own cataclysm to this place, spelling out my own final fate which surely awaits to be revealed to me.

The lords that had once beckoned have long since begun to guide me towards these very fates I have long since known existed, waiting within a line that has been waiting to break, waiting to be erased – throughout all of these ages. For eras, I had ignored what I had always known was to come. A darkness that could never truly be locked up, a darkness that in it’s own way, was always fated and meant to exist. An inevitable blackness that now spreads like a plague across these landscapes – for the only light that exists within this place now is of the flames which have grown extremely restless, waiting to set ablaze everything in it’s past, before they too are erased along with the very line they exist within. But their light has guided me towards structures of sorts, structures that seek to provide and unleash the very pit of darkness I had kept locked away throughout all of those ages. For these structures realize that as this darkness is consuming, one must become greater than it as a whole – lest they be devoured along with the rest.

In a sense, I am ashamed of what I am now becoming. Ashamed in the sense that for ages I have followed in the footsteps of lies within a blind reality. For what I am to become now is truly what I have always known to be inevitable, a distant future that had always infiltrated my dreams, and crept it’s way into my once ever-so peaceful lines. There will be those who cannot withstand or comprehend with their wandering minds what has begun to take place, for this transformation in a sense is like a spreading disease, an incurable fixture of fate that will deliver me to a void that has long since existed before the day’s of you and I. For I have loved, and I have lost, and much more-so than I could ever ask, but less than that of what I had dreamed. What you’ll see happen now may be blinding to the eyes, a scarring picture that will surely reverberate throughout the lines of whatever new Advent is birthed once the dying one now is met with it’s end, for this is darkness you have long since shunned, and this is blackness that is sickening to the ripening souls – cover your face, bow your head and look away.

I have arisen in denial, arisen in a state of resistance of what has been told to come, of what inevitably lies at the end of this Advent – once Final Fates are met. With this place so vast in it’s infinite scape, it has all since been shrouded into the endless gray- an endless frozen void of sorts which is consumed by the darkness all the same. For the night that we have all long since dreaded has finally come, it has now settled in, and the toll it has begun to take is much heavier than anything I have ever known. This night, so dark, so black, so close to the truest of voids that even the shadows themselves yearn to become something as menacing as what stands before them now.

There is no escaping this darkness, for that time has long past gone and now this fate, that is in fact the darkest of nights – is here to stay. I have been living in denial, I have known for ages that it would inevitably come to this, a nightfall where both shadows and echoes alike spin in a violent fashion, drifting us all off to deep and dreamless sleeps, while also consuming what remains of our noir of a soul. There is no turning back, and while I may at the same time find a sense of comfort, and solace here, I also know that there will never be any peace for long as I hold the regret and the memories of a line that could have been, a line that is now broken a shattered, a line that will never exist again.

I can feel what I can only describe as the bitter end, filled with cold and emptiness in entirety banging at the veil that shrouds this reality. It is anxious and it is angry, yearning ever so desperately to invade – like a virus seeking out a suitable organism. This may very well be where all is ending, and though I watch the hourglass closely like a vulture, I also know that the time that remains cannot be spent with idle hands. For I now know that during these darkest of nights, these shadows no longer serve me, for what they certainly still exist to devour, they are now in a way, inferior to what stands before us now. For to tread throughout these blackened nights requires a commitment, a taking up of a mantle, an process of evolution that will both transcend as well as fulfill what I have long since known to be one of my final fates, a fate that I had run from for far too long.                 

Stillness, a fragile moment in time in between violent silence and the piercing noise. A moment that stands in between the ending of a life, and the beginning of a new one. A realization that only comes when the world taketh away, whilst the soul replenishes. 

This Advent is ending, something we are realizing now, and something that will be made clear time and time again – while these final fates come down to embrace us all. The snow blows violently across these vast and seemingly infinite scapes, it grazes my flesh and even still taunts me to give into darker more benevolent thoughts, but even now I continue to fight off the persistence. 

The legend that had once returned has long since gone now in this shattered line, nothing remains of it’s trace, nothing but memories that are oh-so fragile, and ever-so fleeting along with the time that runs thin within this place. In my hand, I now hold fires, and in my heart, I now hold desires which are absent of expectations but always hold dreams. For even as hope quickly fades, it is the dreams that bring me moments of solace and peace that are otherwise absent and far from this place now. 

We now come close and hold hands with the closest of those that we can find in order to bring about a sense of readiness as this hourglass of final fates tips over. And with it, the very remaining flames that I hold within my hands now bursting into fires much brighter than I could ever imagine. Fires that will be the last guiding force that will lead me to final fates, fires that will cleanse the path that I leave behind, and continue to erase what remains of this vast place – along with the time that runs thin here.