We are now drifting out of an age that saw the rise of Shadows, as they marched to claim this land, as well as claim us all. We are now moving into an age of end; an age where the light that had once shined so brightly across these landscapes has now burnt out, an age where the blackest of nights will soon find their way towards us – an age that starts with us at the bottom, following falls much greater than we could ever imagine. This war we have waged has been lost. We have been beaten and broken down by shadows of our own, shadows that now seek to claim the last of any echoes that remain – for soon all will be lost.

The last of what divine light I used to know so well has now been stowed inside of me. It burns me to my core, with it’s very essence being violent in nature. This very light eats away at what I am, for with each and every passing day, the void grows wider and wider as the darkness chips away at each and every inch of light that reaches the surface across this grand and ancient place. The trials and tribulations that have been bestowed upon me within this place are not yet finished, for now as an ending much greater than I have ever been able to bear witness to is ahead. I know a much darker test awaits behind this introspection that which now must take place.

When I lay my tired and sore body at the end of every Twilight, I know that soon I’ll finally breathe easy. For the forces in which I have now adopted shall give birth to a prince of a different light, a prince of a brighter light. I know that in time, the battle which must occur to bring life to this prince will certainly occur, and I know even more so that is may very well mark the end of all that I am. But the ripples and waves, flames and echoes of what is to ensue during the dawn of these darker nights, will most certainly bring about the ends of all that we are.