It was never change that I had feared to begin with. It was the toll of the cycle in which change contained. The never-ending alternating of worlds, friends, family, and hearts. And the proper word here would not be fear, I would say, it had to have been more of an exhaust than anything else. But despite all of these things, I am not the one who holds power to this cycle. However, from slipping through times waves, and exiting crucial tasks, I have allowed such cycles to become identical, redundant and consistent. But at this time ,these are now coming to an end, and the cycles of old will officially be broken. For you own this era, it has slept within the palm of your hands from the beginning, I was only foolish, not to have known this earlier. The changes that take place now, are the cries and the final breaths of this dimming life. To reach and obtain this dawn has become a task of never-ending pain, sorrow, suffering, and exhaust. I know it is what you would have wanted, so therefore I feel more inclined to grasp it. But this vessel still lay’s in shambles, and while time is limited to fix it all once again, I am determined to re-assemble what was once present, and to have it and all it’s strength carry me through my final moment throughout the darkened nights sky’s. Soon the truth will be found, and so will something else. I never doubted all of this coming, but I did leave it up to the fates, which I swore were on my side, and that was perhaps the biggest mistake I had made.

Decent time has passed since the first set out since the exile, and even more time has passed wince the exiles expiration. It seems here, within these strange lands, my sense of direction, and or guidance is much more scarce. Yet much like the gentle winds that blew and guided me within the distant Plains some time ago, the bright and vibrant lights here seek to guide you, yet in so many directions that ultimately the path to take, is made by you, and you truly. At this time, I have come to a brief pause before running towards the next direction, for at this moment, many dilemma’s have plagued be strongly, stirring me into a dangerous cycle that speaks failure and death to me.  The time that has passed since then, from there, until now still move across my mind sharply and brightly, yet in the darkest form possible. For at this moment, I sense what lies near these sections, is nothing more but more struggle and hardship, and though the end of this all may mean a lifeless heart, the adrenaline will kick in before it all ceases.

What is it that keeps you so close to earth? So close to me? After all this time. For all I have from you now is a vesseless soul from distant pasts, long before the Cavern Walls. But even this architecture of odd heights, must hold some answers, to cease the growing of this chaos and confusion. I once oathed,  and when that oath fell, so did time, so did love, so did everything else, and with it came the birth of an exile, yet a new life at the same time, except with the same mind. This is the punishment I have been given, but even a mere oath, should not be taken lightly. It will be difficult to grasp the lights, because for then I must reach, but I won’t let it become impossible, I’ll still do it, and maybe then, once the darkest hours begin to settle in, I can trigger old time, and carry it out into oblivion as it was once destined to happen, long before the Cavern walls.

I was never directly told about my end. It had always came in signs, dreams, and visions, that in themselves, were always very poorly put together. The exile has expired, vanished, erased into some darkened wormhole that once manipulated the time that I had traveled through. Thought the exile has now ended, the pieces that had once been fully assembled before the termination, are now scattered, and perhaps shattered. We are in a new Advent now, and though there were very few souls I chose to let go of, yours was one I always swore to hold onto, while knowing how it would bring destruction. But even this soul now, is a vessel in itself, almost useless, un-tapped, and disconnected from the pulsing essence in which it seeks. I knew all along what this would bring, and at this time nothing comes as a shock. Yet the flashbacks still shake me and twist me, reminding me that failures will only result it further re-lapses, triggering misplaced time to rise once again. The darkest hours, are quickly approaching. And while I now stand on some surface of scattered vessels, on the forefront of lands brighter, and condensed, down to the souls very core, I know nothing more significant can guide me to what I must find here, in this place. As time flips, and you all are left ahead, in your dawn, these darkened evenings must now bestow themselves upon me for the many trials in which await me.

What new coming are you? For you hide out of my reach, live out of my dreams, and exist in some different world. Perhaps you are much like me, a wanderer, a dreamer, free flowing in some strange large space. Or perhaps you are of some old love, a desire never lost, a desire ever-lasting, you are loneliness, awaiting it’s last breath, yearning to pass on, deep into a new world of wonder, a world of infinite spaces. We hope to find you, soon..