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Ever since the Reconstruction process commenced, these thoughts in which I have been pondering on for so long have begun to come more clean to me. However, a new dilemma has now presented itself in front of me. With time, now so twisted and tied with it’s terrible fate, moving on back into the lands in which exiled me has only become so much more difficult. In this strange land in which I dwell in now, the calling winds have faded, for now, some mysterious lights, flashing sharp, glowing like a beautiful soul, seem to be seeking to guide me to where I need to go. With the middle of the Afternoon making it’s arrival so ever quickly, I know soon that these skies will become dark, and this era will come to an end. Curse my luck, for it seems the darkness that lurks within these shadows present during this sunset, seek to captivate me and lock me behind with the old era once the new sun rises. Oddly, this does not haunt me as much as it once did before. For my fear of death has now completely faded, for I know until the new era it is fated that I continue on this path alone, for I still walk the path of the Islander, and the greater odds are very well against me. I only pray that the suffering in which I now currently, and will face down the road will only bring about a brighter light for those less fortunate than I.

Before making my step back into the lands in which have exiled me, a new war waits to be fought. A war of time, a violence, vexed so greatly to it’s core, that it must travel through different periods to survive. For now I must retrace my steps, and fix what is wrong, and create what is right. With the clocks ticking ever so quickly than before, once again, just like in the wretched Cavern, I find myself attempting to make haste. A new time to heal and rise is now, for strength will be needed more now than ever before.

~We have come this far, but I have only now discovered a paradox which exists within your soul.