Moonlit hours, make perfect for long and mysterious works. Much time has gone by since the exile, as it is now almost an event of the ancient past. However, even something not so recent, has it’s way’s of bestowing darkness on all things of the current. Trapped within these Evenings ever since the birth of the new Advent, I have found myself reflecting and building upon the ultimate pieces of some strange pasts, and near futures, that make up this Vessel that stands tall above me now. These skies have only grown darker, yet the lights in the distance are the safe haven that must be reached, for they will guide me to the entrance of this new morning that will take place. At this exact time and hour, I am compiled of a feeling of such broadness, a feeling that is not empty nor full. A feeling, that I have realized even these tabs had never triggered me to feel in past time. But a compiling of all things that once were, and all things that must be, is soon to come. For this Vessel has been constructed solely based on past experiences and future endeavors. It will evolve, and eventually be destroyed during the time of the new dawn. But what will become of it’s ashes remain unknown to me. With this in mind, the transitions and preparations to make my entrance have now begun. For darker nights have now begun and mysterious places an faces await.