False light and shadows from the darkest darkness that awaits have now clashed within this vast and seemingly infinite place. It had now caused a panic all around that has seemingly thrown everyone who wander across these scapes into a sort of spiral – into a sort of confusion and daze where we now stand unsure what awaits us during the darkest day’s that are to come. In essence, while these cold night air winds begin to blow and the the fiery flame that begins to burn brighter within my grasp – I have begun to tread into the depths of despair, in search of a solace and a peace during these final remaining hours of this advent, in search of final acceptance during these fleeting moments of this shattered and tattered line.

The grasp of the 9th sleep has made it’s way into this place once more, flooding throughout the land entirely like a sort of poison of plague, it tires me to my very core, enticing me to submit and dive backwards into the abyss that inevitably awaits me me at the end of all this – but I know that fires must first be set, and a mantle must first be taken up before I dive into this all, until that times comes I refuse to give in. During the darker days with even more darkness approaching, I can see the false light embracing those who have always been fit for it, a shadow of what truly exist, a shadow that stands before me now – taunting me to become part of the illusion that I had always once wanted to be a part of, one that I still find myself falling into temptation for time and time again. Until that time comes however, the only embrace that awaits me is that of the cold night air, grazing my flesh and taunting me to give in further and further towards the final fates that awaits, the fates that the lords have now begun to bestow onto me.