The cold has begun to force it’s way into this vast and seemingly infinite place more aggressively that it has ever done before. It is a violent sort of moving, for it’s very entrance has been a delay on the rising of the fires that I so strongly desire to obtain and start from the final flames that I now behold – this cold has now opened up this lands into a place of seemingly endless gray, nothing but doom and despair awaiting into the infinite beyond. With each fragile hour that passes, the darkening grows more and more sinister, as very soon the darkest hours that we have long since dreaded, hours that only once existed in nightmares, nightmares that are now of this shattered and tattered line – will have arrived. I cannot escape this coming darkness, it does not matter how far I run nor how much I may yearn to fight, it is inevitable in essence. With shadows now running rampant, waiting to devour what remains of this line, it is all to late to break my ties with them, for I can no longer erase them from who I’ve become.

At times, when hours speed by like blazing bullets, or shooting stars in the night, I am left staggered – wondering if this is all a dream. Wondering if all along I have been asleep whilst being apart of something entirely different, eyes rolled so far back into my head that the ability to even perceive the line in which I tread on, is much different than the one that flashes within my head – however this is not the case.  This very line and the very atrocities and trials within have left me bruised, broken, scattered and tattered throughout the ages and eras alike. Although the perception of this line is said to be for a true light,  like much truer than anything I will ever come to know of here – within these fleeting day’s, it is impossible for me to see these coming fates as love in anyway, for to me, it is all nothing but an echo of hell, a curse that I will make it out of by myself.

In the darkness that I will be left in as these inevitable nights begin to settle in, so too will come the arrival of those who behold fates, gripping them tightly within their grasp, ready to bestow upon us all. I have ascended much fear throughout the hours leading up to these fleeting moments, and while uncertainty and the unknown still exist to me to a certain degree, there is a sort of sense of clarity that runs through my blood that will soon reach my brain, a sense of clarity that is only carried within the blood of those bound by these coming fates. Fates that will soon be spread across these landscapes like some cataclysmic wildfires.