During these fleeting moments in time within this war, I am witnessing the last of many things. The tides have changed in this battle in way’s I could never imagined, or perhaps we were destined to lose to begin with. I am seeing arrows soar across the skies once again, piercing the innocent skin of forces around me, forces that too wish to live to see the dawn of a true light, the dawn of a new light once more. But it seems clear to me now that they know all to well that while that may be what we are fighting for, we may never see it, we may never bear witness to it.
In these fleeting moments in time, the grounds and skies alike have begun to open up, the darkened shadows which cloak the darkened corners of the moon have begun to descend upon these lands – forming a mass like none other, washing across these landscapes like a tidal wave. This mass whispers words to me, it whispers words of a fleeting moment in time that is now, a window that can now be seen through – clearly. It is through this window that I can see you, a wanderer, one like I. You are searching out the last of the light to claim it as your own, before setting ruin to it all, before washing it all in darkness. It is in my quickly beating heart that I know what you must do is true, it is in my heart that you will find the freedom that you seek – but perhaps not in the way you had always intended.
It is in these fleeting moments that I grasp my blade tightly and run into the depths of despair, the core of this fight that will surely engulf me into this mass. And as I run with rage into the beckoning shadows and echoes within, I can see more and more bodies fall from around me, with each and every second. They are exhausted, eyes rolling and breaths fading – acceptance growing, as they know they will never bear witness to this new dawn that we have all been fighting for. The lives that we live are not the same, we were born to wage wars with the light and dark, and with ourselves. We were born to watch this plane suffers into the depths while out last and every attempts at changing the lines fail. It is in this moment, that war no longer holds a priority for me, it is in this moment that I now truly embrace the role of a warrior of shadows, it is in this moment that I now oath to use the last of my strength to bring about the only change left for me to bring. It is in this moment that equality fades for the last time this advent will ever know. It is in this moment where I can finally feel a sense of duality, coming forth.