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To whom it may concern,

I can feel the air has now begun to chill, I cannot sleep, so restless I remain, yet my soul feels somewhat at peace.

These beautiful dawns I have witnessed throughout all these times of traveling these mysterious plains have led me to  believe in hope more than I have ever dreamed of,

but now, some sudden fading has begun. I now witness some strange darkness arising, and forming within these skies, latching onto my skin I am now troubled  once again.

For I know that for every era that ends, the past will come back to haunt me and take me with, the new advent, leaving me behind with the darkness that flows.

These winds, now with their sudden chilling often occurring,  sing to me that some mysterious salvation is within reach, although  I feel this is so far out of grasp,  my heart can sense it.

This dark figure,  moving rapidly within these plains, shaking me up inside. Your eyes captivate me, pulling me back to some place of old, where I am weak, long before this road was 

discovered. These clouds are becoming thicker, and these dawns, becoming shorter with every moment that passes, my time here is almost up. My fear of traveling these lands , this road,

has now vanished, much like these dawns are beginning to do. But my fear for what lies beyond these lands grow thicker, for I am weak. Drawing this ancient strength I have within me,

yet very limited, I press on down these roads in which my heart tells me too, with  still much left too discover but my time growing shorter, no second must go to waist.