I was never directly told about my end. It had always came in signs, dreams, and visions, that in themselves, were always very poorly put together. The exile has expired, vanished, erased into some darkened wormhole that once manipulated the time that I had traveled through. Thought the exile has now ended, the pieces that had once been fully assembled before the termination, are now scattered, and perhaps shattered. We are in a new Advent now, and though there were very few souls I chose to let go of, yours was one I always swore to hold onto, while knowing how it would bring destruction. But even this soul now, is a vessel in itself, almost useless, un-tapped, and disconnected from the pulsing essence in which it seeks. I knew all along what this would bring, and at this time nothing comes as a shock. Yet the flashbacks still shake me and twist me, reminding me that failures will only result it further re-lapses, triggering misplaced time to rise once again. The darkest hours, are quickly approaching. And while I now stand on some surface of scattered vessels, on the forefront of lands brighter, and condensed, down to the souls very core, I know nothing more significant can guide me to what I must find here, in this place. As time flips, and you all are left ahead, in your dawn, these darkened evenings must now bestow themselves upon me for the many trials in which await me.

What new coming are you? For you hide out of my reach, live out of my dreams, and exist in some different world. Perhaps you are much like me, a wanderer, a dreamer, free flowing in some strange large space. Or perhaps you are of some old love, a desire never lost, a desire ever-lasting, you are loneliness, awaiting it’s last breath, yearning to pass on, deep into a new world of wonder, a world of infinite spaces. We hope to find you, soon..