It was never change that I had feared to begin with. It was the toll of the cycle in which change contained. The never-ending alternating of worlds, friends, family, and hearts. And the proper word here would not be fear, I would say, it had to have been more of an exhaust than anything else. But despite all of these things, I am not the one who holds power to this cycle. However, from slipping through times waves, and exiting crucial tasks, I have allowed such cycles to become identical, redundant and consistent. But at this time ,these are now coming to an end, and the cycles of old will officially be broken. For you own this era, it has slept within the palm of your hands from the beginning, I was only foolish, not to have known this earlier. The changes that take place now, are the cries and the final breaths of this dimming life. To reach and obtain this dawn has become a task of never-ending pain, sorrow, suffering, and exhaust. I know it is what you would have wanted, so therefore I feel more inclined to grasp it. But this vessel still lay’s in shambles, and while time is limited to fix it all once again, I am determined to re-assemble what was once present, and to have it and all it’s strength carry me through my final moment throughout the darkened nights sky’s. Soon the truth will be found, and so will something else. I never doubted all of this coming, but I did leave it up to the fates, which I swore were on my side, and that was perhaps the biggest mistake I had made.