Millions of thoughts have flown by in swiftness since that day, after accepting the arrival of the new Advent and being thrown into the position I am in today, things have begun to become much clearer. But only after much thought. This hole I have come to know too well, formed during the darkest times, from the most savaging acts, is now once again, beginning to take a toll on me. For my mind has returned reset, whole, original, but without the absence of fates present thoughts lurking in the corners within. It is hard to pin-point where the end of this life my lay, at this point I can only pray that the line extends much longer than of what I am seeing. For with you, came the fine print, the print of an oath, an oath of a sacrifice, and a sacrifice for a soul, a soul which was crafted by Gods. From these reflexions have revealed that my hands are empty, and with nothing to loose I oath to ignite the flames once again.

-Strange time it never stops..