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.