I have witnessed many things throughout these eras and ages alike, all combined within Advents that have both held culprit to the rise and the fall of all things I had once loved, all things that I had once held dear. Never in a lifetimes would I have ever thought that the Landscapes that were once pure and clear with beauty – would lead me to a place, or a state of Fates. Upon the Caverns that I had once traversed, I never would have imagined such bitter cold, such piercing winds, would be preparing me for these infinite cold night airs, and raging storms which stand before me now – and darkness, infinite blackness that has long since begun consuming me. With no resistance on my end. Never would I had known that the vast and beautiful plains which prefaced, a land that I knew would change everything. For Fates first made their presence known when towering castles beckoned over everything I held dear, they made their presence known when all was lost among cold and empty platforms during early hours of the morning. Fates first made their presence known when I knew Frontiers were a place that I never truly belonged.

As this hourglass of fates now runs out, I can feel the very shifting of time grind within me, like grinding against my bones. It is both a painful and a panicking feel all the same, a hard truth to swallow in a sense. I shall now let this Flame that I have acquired burn into something entirely more violent – wildfires that shall burn throughout my icy veins, fires that will purge and set fates to the very things I have raged against throughout these final fragile and fleeting moments. I know now that a new hourglass, one of Final Fates is about to be set. One that will wake me during the lost twilight hours of the day, one that will keep me moving, yet weary throughout the darkest hours of the night that we have ever known.  For now, these Lords of Fates have finally made their way into this place, no longer beckoning, but instead tampering and preparing all that will follow once this Advent meets it’s end, preparing what will follow once Final Fates consume everything and everyone within this vast and seemingly infinite place.

The time that remains for me here during these final fleeting and fragile hours is a time of acceptance and endurance. A time where I must accept openly what is to come while also remaining loyal to the ever-fleeting hope that seeps from my heart. It is a time of great confliction, a time where odds much taller than the Castles I’ve ever known will stand before me, taunting me, for the strength that I have has longed since reached it’s peak. For soon, a pattern of events that will follow the turning of this hourglass of Final Fates will behold the coming day’s that will lead all who are consumed into something of infinity something away from this shattered and tattered line. I have now dropped this mantle of warrior of shadows, for now these shadows no longer exist to guide me, for they now exist to consume and devour to their own hearts content – an action that I cannot avoid unless I am to become a blackness that cannot be devoured. A blackness that is void of all light, a blackness that can exists within the darkest of nights, and not fall victim to the shadows undertaking. These Lords of these final fates that await now call to me in promise to lead me to these final fates, but I must first accept that in this line, nothing comes without immense sacrifice.  For with acceptance of this, and fearlessness of the loss and darkest night that awaits – I head into the Advents end.