I have spent hours upon hours drifting in an out on time in this grand scape, ever since my fleet from the others. The warring that had took place here, has left this land crying out in pain for the damage that has been done will never be forgotten. The feeling that resides here now, is something so much different than before. For now, the darkest mourning’s I had ever known are seemingly beginning to break, while the Darker nights that beckon now seem to be nothing but a precursor to something even more sinister. It is as if now, all is calm, all is quiet here, yet deep inside of me – a chaotic conflict occurs and ensues, for every part of my being now knows that an hourglass has been flipped for the final time.
These sands of time no longer pour out to the bottom of some strangely shaped glass, but they instead mark the earth, the graves of those who are destined to meet their fates at the end of day’s, those who dream of flying away, at sunrise. It is these very sands of time that now have me moving in haste across this scape towards something much more familiar, bringing about something much colder. The cavern walls were forged at the dawn of a new Advent, one in which that was in a way, very much so foreign to me. I knew not of the greater things I would come to learn, I knew not of the tragedies I would come to face, I knew not of the Fates I would be met with, even now. But even now, looking back, I was somehow able to make it out alive.
The times have long since changed. That advent is now lost in some strange time, where my overcoming’s had been erased by cracks and faults of a timeline once tempered with. All was lost, along with all that was once held dear. The place where I must head is a place where the those much wiser than I, spoke of hands much greater than mine reach out to touch the earth – to touch those who have fallen, to guide those like me, home. It is a place said to house cold much more frigid than what I have once experienced within Cavern Walls, yet much more grander in scale. I know that it may be many nights before I am to catch wind of this place, but even now, it feels as if a different aspect of me has known of such a place – forever.