Time spins, twists and turns within this darkened shroud, this blackened mass – as vision of things most violent and heinous flash across my eyes. I am quickly becoming to know things as they were always meant to be known, this very reality has began to crack and crumble before my very eyes as I have now begun to see things from their point of view – those who dwell so much higher than me across this place, those that have been beckoning this entire time. As I am slowly whisked away from this bloody and tarnished battlefield I can feel the presence of one that I had felt before, not of the legend that has returned, but instead, of something much closer, yet at the same time much more separate.
The mass that has removed me from this war that we have lost now whispers to words to me of Lords. Guardians of sorts that have long since beckoned over this seemingly vast and infinite place since the dawn of this advent. For not only have they come to bear witness of the birth of this advent upon it’s taking place, but soon, these lords that dwell in shadows only – shall over see the death of the very same advent. For they now speak of me of the greatest fall I shall ever know, one that shall take place after the remaining of the fleeting moments of duality cease, with there being nothing left but me. Alone once again within this vast place. They speak to me knowledge of all that I am, triggering the darkness within to begin to move, to stir and spin. What I have come to know is inevitable, for according to these Lords the time has come to initiate the end of this fall – as fires much more sinister and much more violent than anything I have come to know await me upon the expiration of the eras that will follow the ending of the sands of time.
I know that there is no escaping this at this point, for with each moment that I close my eyes I can see the lines merging into one giant and muddled mess – for time is now beginning to become undone, coming out of order, just like before. There is a sense of calmness in all of this, a sense of acceptance, and a fleeting sense of solace and peace as these moments quickly begin to fade. In the time that shall follow this final moment of duality will be a time before the expiration, a time before the raging fires begin, a time where the dark will integrate, a time where I will come face to face with all that I am. This war of shadows is now over, for while the shadows and echoes alike still hold threat to this land – I know now that their wrath was inevitable from the very beginning, that their presence was always part of the process.