I have traversed throughout all times of the passing hours which gently caress our skin, warning us of the coming time where we all must come face to face with a fate – or with fates. Morning, Afternoon, and Evening – I have walked this vast and seemingly infinite scape whilst witnessing them all, but the night clings close as always. I am now searching for calm, for I know what is to come will be the undoing and expiration of an agreement that has lasted throughout the Advents, forged at the very cost of fates that I have all been yet to know of. For when this unbinding occurs, when this expiration begins, the darkness and shadows alike will seek to take their toll – and become one with the agreement that we have made, with me ultimately fulfilling my side of the agreement. I have lived through many eras and many ages, I have seen many nights come and go. I have lost much during the darkest hours of the nights, as well as gained much knowledge – I have become what I have needed to be out of the blackness that haunts our all.

This cold night air is making it’s way in so much more violent and aggressive than ever before. It has begun to influence the visions that I see when I close my eyes, it has begun to spiral me into despair, a sort of despair that I have never known, but one that seemingly feels like it was always meant to be. This cold, is a cold that I cannot contain without the Final Flame which burns bright throughout these midnight hours. Even I have my very doubts that this Final Flame would be enough, for even now it struggles to break it’s way through the shadows that cling to me ever-so tightly, whilst their ever devouring darkness quickly devours from behind. Across the night sky I can make out memories within the stars, I can make out the history of the lines which speed by across the darker hours of evenings, I can hear the voices and the echoes which speak both lies and truths to me during darker hours where the veil is thin, and where the creaks and cracks are all I am destined to hear. These are the cries and the conversations of the nights, for I am now alone, and this is what I have come to know.

I will soon make my way into a night of blackness like never before. A night that will dispel truths and fates alike, many of which I may not agree with, many of which may seek to keep me bound to earth, many of which may entice me to fulfill contracts once more that will only seek to continue the cycle. But soon, I will be free from such contracts, free from such agreements, free from such intentions that I had once made solid during the times in which the legend was close, during times when the future was clear – during times long before the exile, long before the cavern walls. Though time is running thin, the night moves me to move faster, to move more swiftly, for I am like a reaper in the night – moving down hallways, working within the night scape, and sifting in and out of dream places; examining fates and so much more that strive ever-so-strongly to become part of me. I am the Midnight Traveler.