During these times of conflict and war I have felt the need to take cover, the need to step away from this battlefield, the need to continue to traverse while at the same time fighting the great fight that stands before me now. The war of trials that has now since unfolded across these grand scapes, is a war on many fronts. It’s giant hand has seized control of much I have yet to know, and the few things that I still dream of till this day. The whispers speak words of truth when they say that the end is here, when they say this will all be over soon – however they are never at will to tell when it shall all take place.

The violent light that I remember so clearly that once pierced across plains, spilling out a path to a more promising land, a more grander land, a land of Castles; has now seemingly began to make it’s return. Although, it is different now, it is more mature in it’s violence, it’s strikes more organized, and the shadows it leaves behind more sinister than they have ever been. For I have said it before with the intent to make it clear – this is the age of shadows, and escaping it I cannot do. But the journey that takes place now is not one of denying the darkness and troubles that are rapidly speeding towards my way, but instead a journey of what will take place when these forces clash with me, when a morphing and unfolding in the sky begins once again and reminds of a fate I still cannot shake.

I know not of your true intentions while you seek to start this fire, with the hopes of it to burn ever so brightly. I know you stand to close whilst you try to ignite the flame, ignorant of what pain it can bring, while at the same time what immense light it can provide to light the darkened path that we all fear to walk, the path that ultimately keeps us all at bay, keeps us wondering what in fact would truly happen if one day all of these memories just went away. For now, instead of cherishing the memories the coming of this light wishes for me to remember, I have instead begun to remember the secrets and whispers these winds are telling me, with hopes that I can find what I have been searching for – before this time runs out.