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ess than a month has gone by the conclusion of the 3rd sleep. While finally awakened, I have been shook by some odd state of life.  With many things that were in fact present before the beginning of the 3rd sleep, have now vanished within what I can only describe as the nights thin air. For many of them, more or less wanderers just like me, have no been gifted the blessing of the new Dawn, the Dawn of the new Advent. However for I, and perhaps many alike, the mistakes, sacrifices, or even the path in which we have chosen has now lead us down a darker road, a road where lights are vibrant, and the cosmos is alive, a path where fewer are present. Despite the cursed exile that has lead me to take this path, I can only now whole-heatedly except it as an inevitable happening. My mind, tainted with old, and of things that was once, but are no longer. And my heart, my missing heart, with it’s pains and longings which still grow stronger with every hour that passes by. A time of cleansing is imminent, for this cleansing will be like no other. For I am weak, and clouded, confused by the actions both I took, and yourself. My words must travel a great distance to reach thee, yet even during this time, somehow the message begins to slur. My next set-out, back into the strange land, is merely days away now. But with a clouded mind, and a pain in the heart, this will only lead me down the road to more paradox’s.

~Our greater lord, if the balance allows, please bestow you blessing onto thee during these times of Reflexions.