This reality has quickly become ever-so crippling, to face the very fact that this line is broken, shattered, tattered and fading has put me into a state of denial and resistance time and time again; but as I have now grown and wandered long enough to see these Fates finally be settled in, as well as the arrival of a darkness that is now the darkest I have ever seen – I have slowly but surely become to accept what now lies at hand. I stare every so closely to the hands of time for not only do they speak of the remaining hours that exist for this Advent, but also the concrete consequences which lie and have begun to manifest as Final Fates during these darkest nights to come. I can see the hourglass of fates, depleting ever-so swiftly as I now seek to set fires across this vast and seemingly infinite scape. Fires that will in a sense, bring about my own cataclysm to this place, spelling out my own final fate which surely awaits to be revealed to me.

The lords that had once beckoned have long since begun to guide me towards these very fates I have long since known existed, waiting within a line that has been waiting to break, waiting to be erased – throughout all of these ages. For eras, I had ignored what I had always known was to come. A darkness that could never truly be locked up, a darkness that in it’s own way, was always fated and meant to exist. An inevitable blackness that now spreads like a plague across these landscapes – for the only light that exists within this place now is of the flames which have grown extremely restless, waiting to set ablaze everything in it’s past, before they too are erased along with the very line they exist within. But their light has guided me towards structures of sorts, structures that seek to provide and unleash the very pit of darkness I had kept locked away throughout all of those ages. For these structures realize that as this darkness is consuming, one must become greater than it as a whole – lest they be devoured along with the rest.

In a sense, I am ashamed of what I am now becoming. Ashamed in the sense that for ages I have followed in the footsteps of lies within a blind reality. For what I am to become now is truly what I have always known to be inevitable, a distant future that had always infiltrated my dreams, and crept it’s way into my once ever-so peaceful lines. There will be those who cannot withstand or comprehend with their wandering minds what has begun to take place, for this transformation in a sense is like a spreading disease, an incurable fixture of fate that will deliver me to a void that has long since existed before the day’s of you and I. For I have loved, and I have lost, and much more-so than I could ever ask, but less than that of what I had dreamed. What you’ll see happen now may be blinding to the eyes, a scarring picture that will surely reverberate throughout the lines of whatever new Advent is birthed once the dying one now is met with it’s end, for this is darkness you have long since shunned, and this is blackness that is sickening to the ripening souls – cover your face, bow your head and look away.