In this moment, times have begun to act strange once again. I can feel the chilling of the cold night air begin to pick up once again, it moves fast, violently breaching my skin – almost as if it is in haste, running from something inevitable. Something that I have yet to become aware of. These moments are fleeting, and these precious times are oh-so-fragile. I can feel the coming of the end, it is almost as certain as the coming of winter itself. I can sense a presence other than my own, now come to peace and acceptance for what lies ahead. You stand before me now, so very grey and withered as you have fallen victim to the shadows presence. For in a way, we are one in the same. We have sought out this flame during these fleeting moments across blackened skies, and now, while shadows shall devour you and the final bit of light that you may hold, I shall now become the darkness that this path of a warrior for the shadows has long since prepared me for. 

For no longer, do I live for agreements and contracts made with some universal force that has long since left here – so bitter, so enraged that I would not seek to renew such agreements. For now, as this dark and cold night settles in, do I now truly accept the despair and loneliness that has so desperately been beating at my chest. For now, as I reach out my hands towards this Final flame and all it’s imminence, I can feel the burning of uncertainty begin to consume me, along with darkness alike. I can now see the shadows which have followed and clung to me ever so closely, awaiting this very moment in time begin to spiral out of control, creating a sort of chaos I had never thought to be possible.

I know now that in taking this Final Flame and in accepting what has now awoken, that fates will surely begin to settle in, along with forces I have never thought to have to know. For now, the panic has begun to settle in alongside this uncertainty, as well as the burning that this final flame contains. I am now becoming what I have always known deep down inside to be inevitable, I am now destroying all that I once thought was true during these last fleeting moments, I am now fulfilling the only path left to be fulfilled within this line for a night much darker than anything I’ve ever known has now been stirred. For now, as darkness begins to consume me, it has also become my responsibility, for we are now one.

My vision was once ecstatically filled with colors, hues of all sorts of life and timelines, visions and dreams of varying sorts. But that time has past now, it is merely an echoes that simply haunts me of what once was and what will likely never be again. What my vision has steered towards now is a stagnant state in between light and dark itself, a fade of grey of sorts – much like the skies that begin to morph yet again from above. It has long since been this way, however, for this is nothing knew. Ever since the exile took place, the dreams that I once knew began to fleet much faster than this dying light itself – the fading was inevitable. But all that has happened throughout those ages, have inevitably lead me here, lead me to remembering the violent scars which were marked upon my skin then and now, and the unsettling bruises which remain in their place – after time does it’s absolute best to heal, as it always does. But perhaps I will touch on that more another time.

For as I grow more and more weary with each passing hour, the darkness from behind and within grows thicker and thicker – like a never ending cloud of smoke. The final flame is near, and it is the final flame indeed that I need to carry out what remains of my journey, the remains of all that I had set out to do. For while yes, desires still stir within me – I can feel a void of purpose, one in which I know may never be fulfilled within this line, one that may require the very course of space and time to be twisted and bent at ones will in order to obtain. One that will surely require great loss to reach.

As the cold night air begins to seep it’s way into this vast and seemingly infinite scape, so does the chaos every time that I close my eyes. For I can feel the panic rising, and I can see the violence brewing. I can see lines march darker than what I had envisioned before, for they seek to mold me into the inevitable, they seek to mold me into what I have always knew I would become.  They seek to claim me as their own, without my say or my blessing. But no longer am I slave to these opposing sides of darkness, and no longer will I be a victim to the false light which has corrupted this all. For while these scars, bruises, and traumas alike may cry and ring out across dark and cold nights – I will continue searching for the only thing left remaining which can help me fight for the fate I deserve, the only thing that shall lead me down the path of what was always meant to be – what will stay forever.

What I am now becoming I would not wish upon anyone. For these states of void and extreme exhaustion have begun to take a toll on me like never before as I grow more and more near the inevitable next phase of equality that awaits. A clearer equality, which will stand as a moment in time that will truly define the life that has been passing me by ever-so-quickly. It is seeming as if now I must sacrifice myself to the flames that surely await, flames that I have long since lost – but flames that have always been part of this land, only to ever be obtained by those who are willing to accept the fates that come with bearing them. Such fates have never been told to me, for some have only managed to manifest themselves in visions during brief periods of daydreams and destruction’s – causing me to inevitably stumble and lose balance.

The night is what I have always been bound to, not by choice, but strangely by fate itself. The night is what I am sure to become – as I know here, this final fleeting light which remains within this vast and seemingly infinite scape will soon be snuffed out by the shadows themselves. For the morphing’s which take place in the skies above will soon dispel a violent light here that shall be claimed by those who bring shadows, and those who have once done their bidding – such as I. There is no more stalling from what inevitably now must be done, for the darkness  has begun to grow thick within me as Hollows begin to grow deeper and deeper from all around.

These day’s have a way of pulling me in with their tides. It seems like an eternity that I ave been in a way wandering, traversing infinite landscapes, experimenting with this very experience I have seemingly signed up for; but times, unlike then – are much different now. It is every now and then that I come to realize this, it is every now and then that the thought comes to my mind and then quickly fleets – much like the remaining time that is passing me by now. The cold air that this time brings has a way of bringing back thoughts and memories that I had always thought have been erased from my mind, kept locked away from me in a sense, kept hidden for reason that still remain unknown to me. During the darker and cold nights, they bring terrors and hollows like things I have never experienced before, things that trigger shaking’s and vision that I perceive to be of the end.

I am both worn, weary, and alone in the eyes of this October sun. For no longer do I know my place in all of this – as my blade has been long since tucked away and cast aside, for as of now, there are no battles left to be fought and no wars left to be waged. For the moment that I yearn to reach now is yet another moment of equality, a moment where I can finally be met by the hands that turn and twist the hourglass at the universes will, a moment where all time will stand still, and where Advent agreements once made will finally come to an expiration. A moment where every last shackle and chain will be unlocked from my flesh – a moment where I can finally become darkness unbound.

Oh father, October, how you have cradled my for eras and Advents past, oh how can I truly show you my appreciation for all you have meant to me throughout the ages? I may not know of you true intent, nor do I know of your true origins. For I am merely your son, your child, holding the essence of you with my last remaining strength, with my last remaining knowings of who I am, and who I have yet to become. For I know following this moment, I will be plunged into Hollows in hopes of obtaining flames that will seek to set fires across these morphing skies and across these seemingly infinite scapes. It is with this in mind that I now know that I must become free all that I have kept trapped from the inside of me throughout all of these ages. My masks are now off, for the veil is quickly thinning and I require both sides of the spectrum to see me now. To see me for who I truly am, to see me for who I have always been – October’s true son.

I have taken much into account throughout these long and weary colder days, for as the air grazes my flesh – I am forced to deal with these thoughts that I can only assume come from a time before the cavern walls took place, a time where I once set out to experience what I am now becoming, a time where I once feared the inevitable. It is during these times that even as I walk this final path of light within this vast and seemingly infinite scape – all I seem to see is darkness.  I feel as if I am treading through lies once more, these lies being disguised as the glimmer and shimmers of light which streak their way across this place, leading me to yet another moment in time where the veil if thin and where we will meet again. A moment of equality, if you will. For my day’s of waging wars for the shadows are now behind me, and while I am still a warrior in essence, there is no longer any battle before me that is to be fought. 

During past ages, I have strayed from this path many times before – for fear of what I would become. But now, as time fleets by faster than the eyes could ever dream to see, I know that no other options remain, I know now that all of the cards are on the table. There are those who are so called light bringers on this path, for they seek to guide the lost, the wanderers, those in darkness – towards that of the light, towards that of newer life. However, I have seen many be lead astray by the false light, including myself, hence during these times that I remain vigilant, for during these times I no longer seek to stray from the path. It is all painful in essence, for the moments that I close my eyes I can see lines of what could become when darkness spirals out of control. For the forces that makeup the duality of the whole are chaotic and devouring in nature – claiming who they see fit.

I do not wish to bring about an era of defiance, nor do I wish to cast aside every whisper of the goddess I once knew – it is now more than ever that I simply seek out the truth in all of this, the very truth once desired that lead to be partake on this journey many eras ago. In a way, the patterns that I once knew will now be broken by new patterns of darkness, patterns of defiance and patterns of sheer will and desire to discover the truth. For it is in these moments that I use what strength remains to use this darkness to sift my ways through the lies and deception, it in these moments that I use what strength remains to guide me towards the destiny that has been fated for me this entire time.

Unlike never before, the time remaining within this line has now begun to slip through my fingertips like grains of sand. For I know that somewhere within this vast and seemingly infinite space, a time of finality has been set into motion and I am now experiencing it’s after effects. These cold and chaotic nights have turned into mere sleepless voyages, for as the war that I once waged is now behind me – I know that being removed must come with it’s own trials and dangers that I will likely be soon to face. In these moments, I have begun to separate myself from all that once sought to shape me towards the false light I had once fallen victim to, not too long ago. For now, on brighter things, I disassociate as what has been fragmented since your departure now returns to the shadows – a place where they once were before the Cavern walls, and a place where they will likely remain.

For now, my blades are contained for in this moment there are no wars left to wage, and no fights left to fight. For in this moment, my only enemy seems to be time itself – even though it has proven to be doing all that I have longed for it to do since the beginning, however it is only during these moments that I realize how fleeting it truly is. I can see the changes in my eyes, the changes in my face, and the changes in my heart taking place. In a way, they are reverting back to the way’s they once were. While unsettling in some ways, it is calming in others  – something in which I search for tirelessly and endlessly. Though your return may truly end up being short lived, for I am now slowly fading out of your lines, I can only pray to whatever Lords that continue to lurk that I am destined to meet that you will find your way.

For it in within this place that truth is hidden, and it is within this place that lies are held up high. For day by day, we fight for the very right to live for long before any of us have known, our lives have been stolen from us. My heart will always ache and crumble from what followed from exiles and from what lines I had been placed on since those times, but I know that at the very least, the solace and peace that I seek will always reside within the edges of echoes. 

I have witnessed the coming and going of many seasons, I have even witnessed some stagger and stumble onward for ages – without shifting, without giving way. But what you know as October has finally settled in, a place in time you may know as the beginning of comfort, the beginning of joy – but the place in time that I have come to know as where hollows began. In October, I can see the origins of it all, I can feel the void, a true void, and it’s everlasting pull reaching out to me within the crevices of the cold night air. In October, I can see the glimmers and shimmers of all I once was, and all I was meant to be. In October, I can come face to face with who I am now, and who I will never become.

When all is lost, and all is done, I will surely return to the place that I belong. Not the ground that lies beneath my feet, but the spiraling darkness that many fear at the edge of night, but are met with, constantly – upon every time they close their eyes. We shun the shadows as if they were never meant to be a part of us, but throughout all this time – we’ve been longing for darkness all along. In ages past, I had fallen into the hands of death, as it grasped my very fate within it’s palms. It knew at the time of my pure and innocent soul, but as well of what it was to become, what it was always destined to be. This true destination, this true identity, this final mission of mine that is now calling out to me so much more intensely than ever before marks me certain that I shall in soon time know what is shall be.

Much like before the departure before the time of the exile, and similar during the events that followed – the skies have begun to morph once again. Light as I once knew it in October, has long since gone. For ever since the darkness has grown uncontrollably, the false light has been faded, absorbed, and what remains either cowers behind these thickened and morphed skies – or lies within the essence of the final flame itself. But that is none of my concern. For when we meet again, it will be during a collective effort, a joint decision to carry out a fate to a force so bright, a force to burning, and to take it as our own. A force that has lit the skies and defined us for eras, but must now meet it’s end. A force that we are no longer part of.

The visions of bodied bathed in blood and countless lives fleeting the bodies of many once again begin to fade. My hands, still sore from grasping the shadowed blade that cut down many before me – continue to shake as they desperately hold back every ounce of rage, every ounce of desire that is left within me.  From the inside out, I know that this vessel is no where near what it once was – for it was once built upon the foundation of false light, light that now begun to be erased, removed from this line entirely, even by my own hand.  Lords of shadows that once beckoned from moon beans above have long since departed, for their role in all of this is seemingly done as they have carried out their course – and it is now I, who must tend to the raging and hungering shadows that still remain, the shadows that will surely bring about the end to the light entirely.

The Lords that had once held will over these darkened forces have strayed me far from the warpath that I was once as, for they know of the fleeting agreement that shall soon expire, and they know of what awaits during the final moving moments of the sands of time. The path that I drift onto now within this seemingly vast and infinite scape is one that holds the very essence of the hollows of this human experience. It is all encompassing darkness and despair, trails that I once knew to be true and ever-existing, like a ever-knowing prophecy, but had long since fought for an essence of false light.

I am no longer a warrior of shadows, for no longer do I fight for this force. Nor am I wanderer, for I know where this final path leads. In these moments I am a bringer of shadows, for they cling to me now as if they are my own – they too seek the only road that remains, and the only road I’ve ever known. For in these moments there is no fight left to fight, to war left to wage; yes, I can feel it’s arrival like a universal shift – the end.