These days that have begun to take place now, are the first days of change, the first days of change, of the new Advent. Since towards the ending of the old Advent, time has been scrambled, lost, confused within it’s own lines, misplacing my rights, and changing my fates. Though it was my exile that had in which caused this chaos in the first place, it seems my foolish mind still seeks to place blame elsewhere, however, everything could have been better. Captivated, within these shiftless lands we describe as Allahalv, the air here moves in circles, and so does the time, for always things will happen again. Despite the pain, sorrow, and regret this place brings to me, it will always remain in my heart, it will always be calling me to my death. The second departure is not alone an action towards self-salvation, yet the last glimmer of hope to find what I seek, or perhaps more importantly, save what I cherish. From here on out, the days of shiftless time, and shiftless spirits are behind me, and only dysfunctions in time will bring them back. For now these lights that lie within this land I must wander to, hold the first Beacon that must be obtained, one that shall be the first guardian to guide my towards my final destination of this journey. These chains that keep be tied to these walls now, shall soon be broken, shattered, obliterated into shards of the past. This chain, shall know longer against.

We set out, Towards the light.