This conflict, this strife, this war between the forces of Shadows and Echoes alike has began to extend beyond anything that I could have ever imagined. We have begun to suffer, in a sense, and now we are left here with no other choice but to continue the violence – to continuing warring on. The war-songs that were once a vibration coursing throughout my veins, has now quickly become a piercing and painful sound to my eyes, it’s frequencies blur my vision and exhaust me to the core, but I am powerless nonetheless. I have been summoned to this fight because I have taken on the darker, for my years of chasing false light have now come to an end – and now this darkness has become a very integral part of me.
I am a warrior of shadows, I erase the light that is fading and replace it with the cold and darkened force that is blackness and emptiness – but despite my efficient work, I still cannot help but feel as if I am doing someone else’s bidding in this all, that this war in it’s entirety is something much greater than what I have come to know. Our battle is like of the shiftless tides, while many warriors of our side fall and collapse, never to move again; with every death we push stronger against the echoes in hopes of winning this great conflict.
The air, that was once burning from all of the fierce violence from all around, has begun to cool, and now a chilling touch remains part of it. This touch, so chilling that visions of poisons and much darker nights have begun to infiltrate my all. I can feel something stranger changing, like a new kind of darkness from below, seeping it’s way into this line. I can feel this chaos expanding, like a sort of entropy – or some irreversible void. And while my skin continues to be met with stainless steel, whilst the eyes of fallen soldiers slowly roll and fade to white on the unforgiving earth beneath my shins – I know that something much more sinister is afoot.