The darkest nights and the end of this advent alike have all long since made their way in. In this time period, shadows are devouring and darkness is surrounding – with an endless void far from my perception is now said to be hungering for the souls that are to come. For the souls seeking clarity, retribution, and a rest far greater than what the 9th sleep could ever provide. In these moments is where all is ending, where all is spiraling rapidly towards the final fates that remain, as the lords and harbingers of the fates that remain keep watch like vultures with each passing moment. The day’s and hope and faith are far behind us, for what keeps us going from now until these final fates are met is nothing but the burning desires of our ebon soul’s, and the violent burning flame alike, a flame that now seeks to set on a course of it’s own – far out of my control.

I have always known that these Final Flames would not forever be mine for the taking alone, for eventually, they would grow a mind of their own, a desire of their own, and meet a fate of their own – all within these fleeting and fragile moments of time leading up to the death of this Advent and line alike. I understand deeply that what comes now are of fires that will march and spread rapidly across this vast and seemingly infinite scape, as they cleanse and set a cataclysmic course that will surely be followed by the arrival of the final fates. Fates that are inescapable, fates that have somehow always been a part of us, fates that have been waiting patiently – throughout the ages.

The willingness to allow the evolution of these flames is not an easy choice, for I know destruction is to come out of these fires that will ravage these landscapes, but I also know that these fires will become a part of me. The lords and gods alike only know how I have manage to cope with the pain all of this time from holding my hands on these flames, harnessing them, and tending to them, preparing them for something I shall ultimately have no control over. My blood is now running cold throughout these fleeting and fragile moments, for my attachment to loss and the fading of this line alike are fading rapidly, in a sense of regret as well, but at the same time I know it must be done. The weight of all of this, shadows, flames, and fates alike have long since taken toll – and have now forced me to take on a mantle of darkness that I have always been destined to claim.