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Fate comes silently, like a crook in the night. However, I feel this tie around fate came during the day, perhaps at the peak of the Afternoon. But I, still indulged within my deep sleep, had failed to realize this.  Shortly after the crashing occurred, not only was I hanging onto a dream, but also hanging onto false hope, blind from what I had missed. To make things worse, I continued to strive within the mess even after the countless oppurtunities for resurrection I was given. This was in which, one thing that hurt me the most.

Being the striver I am, even the brightest glare of failure never really seems to knock me off guard. It is not until I am fully on my knees, hopeless that I admit my defeat, and I assume things will always remain this way. Shortly after the departure, a path was open, a path to success and the opportunity to win the war was at hand. However, still dazed from the Caverns wrath, and weak minded, I lost this opportunity.