I never really knew myself to be a man of chance – not then, at least. It was never in the cards for things to unfold in the way’s in which they did. The way things things sough to claim a mind of their own, and the way lines began to learn the secrets to their own mobility, only to begin to take their speeds to greater heights, off-setting the many things which I have lead to me to where I dwell now.

Times have changed immensely, since those days. But in some ways..time hasn’t changed at all. I can still feel the feeling of everything slipping between my fingers. Like sand, the miniscule pebbles of all that once was, brushing against the lines that etch my palms. Like sand, and like all that once was before these days, the time that I have come to know since this exile is now beginning to rapidly slip away. My visions have begun to blur, whilst my body begins to ache, and my heart stops to slow. Ahead of me, I can see the voyages that shall lead me to all this has been leading to, I can see the hands of greater ones reaching down in their mysterious ways.

This period is much different than the ones that have come before it. For now, vanishings, transitions, separations, and formations beyond any scope I have ever known will surely be taking place. The last of the Fates which await have long since made their way onto these lands, and while the many I once know continue to resist what has always meant to be, ever since the shifting of the lines – I am now learning meet head on with the final forces that will be at hand, for only then will I be able to find my true place.