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It has been cloudy since the day of my arrival. While the days since my arrival as well as departure are still very shortly numbered, it already feels like a life time, as time seems to be coming to a stand still. I now know I have taken a few important things for granted, and now my life as I know it is at stake. The Angels have taken a different approach on their journey, as they speak to me of some ancient prophecy, and long dreaded evil that must be avoided at all costs.

My soul, and the brighter half’s that stands side by side, are fractured when one. I have destroyed a sacred vessel. While my efforts now may indeed be futile, I must do what I can to turn the tides before the day of loneliness arrives. While the clouds still cover these skies, I can now see these skies have scrapers now. The day of the new Advent is very closely approaching, and shortly following, the period of darkness. If I am to weak for this journey, I will surely perish, and will be left behind with the Advent of old. I fear my talents, well-being, my heart, all that I am, is now being tested.

The Healing & Rising process I thought I once fulfilled some time ago now seems to be all a dream, as I sink lower and lower into this concrete. These towers and all their might, how oddly weak I must be, how such a strange place can have such a frightening impact on what was such a sturdy soul as mine, I will never know. But now, in this time to confront whatever new fate is waiting for me, I shall take drastic measures, even if they shall be the last actions I take.