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Wires. The interstellar material that had allowed to me visit a life, a timeline beyond dreamy exhibits. In the beginning, I did not realize, or, it had no mattered to me the chaos in which I was dabbling with, the embers, to of which I was ignorant of. The true flames were shown during the exile, and while that is behind me now, the remnants of what once were still lay buried beneath my feet. To awake in such a panic, but to dream is such a pain, caused my heart to spin through infinite waves. A burning sensation so strong, I would have thought it had all to be my end. But in some way, it was. Ever since that sleep, I will never be the same, it has changed things, altered what needed moved, and erased what needed to no longer exist. But for now, the pain grows stronger, worse. However I have been gifted the power to contain such things, the strength to fight such things. Soon this will all be behind us. Soon I will leave another fall behind.

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Drifting throughout the infinite string, we call time, I have now begun to witness the truth that my heat for so long has been longing to hear. For awhile now, I’ve known that the entire exile that took place roughly a few years ago, was ultimately my doing, my trigger, all caused by my failures, fears, and emotions. Though a new life will in fact cleanse my wrong doings, and offer a fresh slate, nothing will ever be able to erase the memories of loss, and pain that remain with me till this day. I’ve made it clear, time and time again, that it all started on empty platforms within cold stations, that was when I knew my fate was imminent.

But even once that day passed, the signs became even more clearer, that something darker wanted me to fall. And I feel that whatever that “something” was, is waiting for me here, now, to fall once again. But unlike then, still strung up within tight wires, on cellar floors, I can fight now, at least with the remaining energy I have left. I always promised that one day I would make things right again, I promise I’d fix the time, and work hard to make things exactly like how we dreamed. I, however, am beyond fixing at this point, yet some things can still be mended, and they will be mended. For during these final dark nights of the crossover period I will fight to return things to how they always meant to be. And though it will shake me, weaken me to an unfathomable level. A promise is a promise, I tend to break them at times, but this one I am guaranteed to keep.

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You inevitably reside inside of me, pulsing within my mind and my veins, you seek to takeover what once belonged to you. Even now, during this crossover into the new age, you seek to claim the life that you were once promised. I am forced to feel your pain, forced to fall whenever the longings shoot through your heart, I am forced sleep when your mind is tired of wandering, wishing, and thinking. Were are both two different entities, each of us desiring a different place in time, yet we both long for the same soul.

I once looked up at these dark as starry skies and knew in that moment that this light was bound to die. In those times however, paradoxes were at hand, and my mind was scattered. Since returning to origins, I know what must inevitably take place, I know what must die, and what must move on. Everyday a part of me is taken away, a layer of skin, ripped from it’s core. I bleed a blood of old, yet a blood that has been yearning to flow freely for an entire era.

I know you will not come to change any of this. It was never originally intended.  Resulting in my return to have immediate effect on this dying light, as the final crossover within this night begins.

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From a failure in their eyes, to a traitor in yours, it is clear to me now why the greater forces advise me to take this path alone. For eras ago I sought out a life that was the perfect match for my soul. Only after the alterations that would take place a few eras following would I then become chained to the oath that I have now, an oath that is on it’s last light, waiting to be renewed. In a way, time always seems to repeat itself, over and over again, yet at the same time, it disguises itself as something new, something different each time, just to throw us off. It’s during these dimming hours that these sorts of things truly come to mind. Futures gift me with some scattered visions of the fourth coming, yet my soul knows the path it must take until then, any other presence would be none other than burdens.

For years I’ve witnessed these winds pick up, and die off, some warm, some cold to the touch, but in the end, they have all faded, leaving this path still and silent. Foolishly my heart had once become reliant on one thing, and while this version of me still stalks these lands during some cold and starry nights; I wish to seek him out, and put an end to the burden he carries. For wires were what my soul had been trapped, abducted from some large plains, sent to some strange lands only to be abandoned, and soon exiled. No longer does this anger me, as for the most part, I’ve made peace with the past. Yet you still wander out there, somewhere deep within city lights. At long last, our clock is slowing down, and our end is near a simple action, could change the future. That much I’ve accepted.