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The years have marked great wounds on us all. Especially those of us that remain closer than others. Some of us are able to continue through time, embrace these marks, and are able to continue through our journey, without giving up, and seeing the marks as a motive to continue. Unfortunately, there are others that are not as strong, others that may just see the end to quickly, others that are too quick to jump the gun. I was like that once, in the far distant past, before the presence of the Cavern Walls. For now, I speak with the winds, follow the lights, and seek for the final resting place in which many Wayfarers are doing this very second. However, ever since my new travels had come to an abrupt stand still, I have been faced with many new Dilemma’s and small wars, as I’ve solemnly fought to gain my acceptance back into the new lands in which have sentenced exile onto my soul. Now with the hours remaining until the Dawn of the new Advent quickly dwindling down, I am faced with yet another Dilemma. There are very few in which I have truly put my all my heart, soul, and trust into, when these few people fade, relevance and worthiness of entrance into this New Advent decrease for me greatly, unless able to convince it otherwise. Beyond my control, life itself may have taken one of these few sacred people for it’s own. With this, time will inevitable change for me again, however once again I sense I am yet one step closer to finding my true resting place. Until this time, many answers are yet to be answered, however with only 10 days remaining until the direction must be chosen, a direction that will either lead me back into the lands that have which exiled me, or a direction that will forfeit me to a place still unknown. To my mind. It remains clear to be that time is running out.