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The 3rd sleep, a place, a section, a state of being, all in which caught up in between the beginning of the New Advent, and waiting my personal new Dawn. It is a state like non-other that have come before me. Since the arrival of the New Advent, I have remained caught up in some mysterious sleep, drifting in and out of the needed and the correct, floating from the light, captivated in the darkness. While many souls are now beginning to experience the Dawn of the New Advent, the Evening is in fact still young on my side. But with the many glimmering lights not too far off into the distance, the 3rd awakening to set foot back to the travels, and to carry across the night are near. But now, with you left behind, and my beating heart far out of reach, we shall only look to the lights to guide us. For once again a veil darker than hell itself and begun to bestow itself within this empty, yet beating void, only to swallow up it’s entirety. The timeline in which I have recently cut short, has without a doubt caused new vortexes and paradoxes to take place, however I sense that this no longer matters. For the new Advent is here, and all that is old is no longer, nothing remains, except the memories that still plague my soul, by oath, till this day.