Departures of greater and closer beings have long since taken place. The violent storms have come and gone, bringing the wetlands back into existence, and meeting the dim and final dawn of the Advent. My heart has gone through much since these times, the exhaustion and fatigue I have faced throughout these past treacherous turnings within time have left me in a scramble, have left me in a state where I feel I no longer belong; a state which once again now has me headed towards the direction of higher beings.
The fraction that I have come to know throughout these ages has fallen, much like I once had during the exile, and various times following it. However, the fall that has recently taken place has left this fraction at the bottom, where the desire to rise has become a strong burning and violent obsession, something like I’ve never seen before.
These times are most certainly the end of day’s. While darker knights will still linger, much like blackened skies that beckon above, I for one, feel that a much darker end calls out to us all in the distance. This phase that has now gone into effect shall bring about the final mourning’s I am likely to know, as this dimmer dawn will surely remind me of the times that past, before the exile managed to seep it’s way into this line. I know now, that this search for those that dwell and exist higher than I will now become much more vigorous, as this cracked hourglass that releases this time of fate will surely mark the end of all I have come to know, and all I have ever dreamed to become.
I have spent hours upon hours drifting in an out on time in this grand scape, ever since my fleet from the others. The warring that had took place here, has left this land crying out in pain for the damage that has been done will never be forgotten. The feeling that resides here now, is something so much different than before. For now, the darkest mourning’s I had ever known are seemingly beginning to break, while the Darker nights that beckon now seem to be nothing but a precursor to something even more sinister. It is as if now, all is calm, all is quiet here, yet deep inside of me – a chaotic conflict occurs and ensues, for every part of my being now knows that an hourglass has been flipped for the final time.
These sands of time no longer pour out to the bottom of some strangely shaped glass, but they instead mark the earth, the graves of those who are destined to meet their fates at the end of day’s, those who dream of flying away, at sunrise. It is these very sands of time that now have me moving in haste across this scape towards something much more familiar, bringing about something much colder. The cavern walls were forged at the dawn of a new Advent, one in which that was in a way, very much so foreign to me. I knew not of the greater things I would come to learn, I knew not of the tragedies I would come to face, I knew not of the Fates I would be met with, even now. But even now, looking back, I was somehow able to make it out alive.
The times have long since changed. That advent is now lost in some strange time, where my overcoming’s had been erased by cracks and faults of a timeline once tempered with. All was lost, along with all that was once held dear. The place where I must head is a place where the those much wiser than I, spoke of hands much greater than mine reach out to touch the earth – to touch those who have fallen, to guide those like me, home. It is a place said to house cold much more frigid than what I have once experienced within Cavern Walls, yet much more grander in scale. I know that it may be many nights before I am to catch wind of this place, but even now, it feels as if a different aspect of me has known of such a place – forever.
There was once a subtle time when peace seemingly spread it’s wings across this place. Not this grand scape in which I reside in now, at the end of day’s, but a different place in a different space. It held the balance of serenity and chaos in it’s palm, all within a period of peace. These are the times that I took for granted, for what seems like for eons – I’ve always longed for more. These were the subtle, yet impacting times where the Universe once cradled me in it’s arms, whispering to me that I was apart of the whole. Little did I know what I was truly apart of during those times, even lesser did I know how fast those times would fade. The soul that I once crossed held a sort of divinity in it’s light. It showed me a path to a much brighter light, it showed me visions of a much wiser and stronger me, it showed me what I could become if I just stayed the course.
Times have long since changed since those day’s, bonds have long since been broken, shadows have long since risen, cycles have long since faded, much like the light of day’s, and now – contracts shall soon be ended. I was once bound by the chains of this Advent, but now I am gradually being set free – free from all of this. The heart which beats within my chest, beats with the remains of hope in mind. And my mind which drifts within my head, drifts further off towards greater speeds, and newer life. Since the extending of fates, I have sought solitude from the war that has washed over my comrades. Many of them still, stuck in the echoes of conflict and strife, much like I – as I make my way off into the unknown within this vast place.
You were the one who once kept me bounded to earth, committed to a path that was taken with not only myself in mind, promised to Advents that would seek to break me down and siphon the strength and energy that was gifted to me upon my arrival. But even now, as the darker nights spin in place, I am committed to moving. For though there may be time remaining on the Fates I once signed to, I also know that an hourglass of old has been flipped for it’s final time, an hourglass that will, in time, dispel a much truer fate than the rest.
From Caverns, to Plains, below Castles, and on Frontiers – I have been forced to come to terms with the tragedies that these past ages have bestowed upon on me. They have shaken me to my core, whilst washing away the things I hold dear beneath darkened and violent seas. Forgiveness perhaps, is something I am capable of, but I find the memories of such actions to be much more of a devastating force, between the two. It is with this in mind that the pain, and the anguish will forever exist, it will forever linger – within the echoes. Hands that were once crossed, like wires, bonded souls that were always meant to expire. Souls that were once birthed, like a new light, were never meant to last forever. Fading’s, much like what this Advent is met with now, are what is to be met at the end of every force within this plane. But I swore, all those ages ago, that as my longings grow stronger, and as the suffering beckons further, that I would stay the course – forging a binding contract till an Advents end.
So even now, as the 8th sleep holds watch over my tired all, I know that in rest, I’ll return to you. Not the cells that make up an empty space, or the heart that beats and changes direction with each and every passing day; but instead the force we all once knew but forever forgotten. The you that I know I must become when this is all over, the you that will never return.
A new age is now beginning here in this grand and vast scape; an age that speaks of the darkest things we have yet to see, an age that speaks of an end to meet all ends, an age that speaks of a death of an advent. These whispers have left us all with a feeling of unease. As I make my way further and further of this stagnant battlefield, as most of the comrades I once stood by have long since claimed there Fate, where as mine seems to extend – across these many ages. Unlike before however, I can now feel it nearing – it is beckoning closely from above, much like the greater forces which have now begun to awake during these peaking and darker hours. They too, feel the chaos begin to rise once again, they too feel the panic that has now settled in the air, the panic of knowing that soon ends will be met.
The state that I have now been left in is a state of separation, a state of isolation, of sorts. This is not like the times before, where days of vanishings took place – but instead, a greater mission now stands before me. A mission that speaks of knowledge and secrets I have yet to know, a mission that whispers words of divinity and destiny that I have yet to claim – but even now such words do not provide enough direction, for this place is of infinite space. During these darker and shadowed nights, I can see the very blackness that is festering within my own being. There are times that I become it, scumming to the worst of what I become, turning to the monstrosity that I had always feared would take control of me. Before these day’s of fates were known to me, you were the one which held all of this chaos together, you were the one that maintained order in this all – but since those day’s, wild fires have sought to spread in the night, and I know that soon – they must.
What awaits immediately ahead are the trials of the night that seek to break me to my core. They seek to build violently upon the very foundation that once was reconstructed throughout these ages past. This long and winding, yet final trial that lies ahead will surely guide me to the final answers that I seek, and the divination that I have desired since before I can remember; while all at the same time, guiding me to the Fates that have extended beyond greater reaches than I could ever imagine – guiding me to this definite end. And now as I set out once more, leaving those who have fallen behind, further widening the separation, the hourglass is turned for it’s final time.
We have drifted further and further from who we were meant to be. Our drifting, speeds up as we come closer and closer to fates that were never meant to thrive.
Blinded by speckles of speeding lights, and a darkness so voided, I can feel the essence of emptiness devouring me, collapsing all that is within me.
These Trials and Tribulations that shall come with these darker knights, are of struggles that will summon final fates.
No longer do we exist in the time of prologues and interludes, for what stands before us now is indeed the path to the end.
These trials that shall commence as these darker grow darker and colder are trials that shall seek to ignite every last ounce of fear that remain within my bones.
This darkness is blinding, and this flame is violent, but I know the two go hand in hand in making this journey possible, whilst also in bringing such ends closer.
Long since has our separation occurred, and even longer since has this knight fallen; and what remains of what I once was holds little to no trace of telling to what I will become.
We are now drifting in these darker times, as a challenge awaits us that will mark our ends. We know what war is coming, and we know resistance no longer plays a role in this.
For Lords much greater than we could ever imagine have now grown restless, and such forces shall now force us to bend to the will of a dying Advent.
These lands are beginning to grow. They have somehow become, much more infinite in essence, if I may say that. The heights that I peer upwards to during these times to strife are like looking at lines that were never meant to be mine. While traversing this place, hope has been all I have ever known. But even now, the hope I have known for so long is beginning to turn into a more distant friend, a mere pipe dream at best; especially now, as the shadows march in their vicious array, bringing darker order to these lands. I feel that now, I am a mere nomad of sorts. I have left the pact that I have once known, and even now, this feel much more like how this all started in the beginning.
This age that I once knew as the bringer of shadows has long since made it’s course. The shadows have long since risen, and they are now apart of this grand place, in a much larger way than I could ever imagine. They have become one with many, devouring them without any consent, bringing about now, a darker age than we had all ever seen. I will not hold back during these darker trials that await me during this much darker period. I know that this darkness in here to stay, and the fragmentation and separation that is happening within me will not cease. For in this coming age that will bring about the ends that are marching towards us at a steady and beckoning pace – I know that the chaos and echoes will know of no rest, and shall not hold back.
We are now drifting out of an age that saw the rise of Shadows, as they marched to claim this land, as well as claim us all. We are now moving into an age of end; an age where the light that had once shined so brightly across these landscapes has now burnt out, an age where the blackest of nights will soon find their way towards us – an age that starts with us at the bottom, following falls much greater than we could ever imagine. This war we have waged has been lost. We have been beaten and broken down by shadows of our own, shadows that now seek to claim the last of any echoes that remain – for soon all will be lost.
The last of what divine light I used to know so well has now been stowed inside of me. It burns me to my core, with it’s very essence being violent in nature. This very light eats away at what I am, for with each and every passing day, the void grows wider and wider as the darkness chips away at each and every inch of light that reaches the surface across this grand and ancient place. The trials and tribulations that have been bestowed upon me within this place are not yet finished, for now as an ending much greater than I have ever been able to bear witness to is ahead. I know a much darker test awaits behind this introspection that which now must take place.
When I lay my tired and sore body at the end of every Twilight, I know that soon I’ll finally breathe easy. For the forces in which I have now adopted shall give birth to a prince of a different light, a prince of a brighter light. I know that in time, the battle which must occur to bring life to this prince will certainly occur, and I know even more so that is may very well mark the end of all that I am. But the ripples and waves, flames and echoes of what is to ensue during the dawn of these darker nights, will most certainly bring about the ends of all that we are.
All traces of the divine light that I once knew have all begun to fade. The amount of time that I have spent drifting throughout this vast and grand scape has now left me clueless and ignorant to the happenings that have unfolded in the skies, happenings that have now changed the course of all things I once thought to be true, all things that I once thought to be destined. The violent that has been brewing from behind the clouds has been locked behind an age that whispers of an unspeakable darkness. once that longs to bring about treacherous strife – and shimmering lines that shall see us all questioning all that we once thought to know, looking directly into the eyes of destiny. But I for one, have been fed such lies before, and even now as this war wages on as this cloaked like becomes dimmer and dimmer – I know the only truth that awaits us all is the darker age that will soon devour us all.
I have since taken my fall, and I have since begun to drift. Through this darker introspection, this darker look, and deeper glance at this mystery that now awaits on the other side of this hand; I know that I am no longer that boy who once traversed cavern walls. Nor am I the man I have longed to become for so long. Who I am now, and who I am becoming is something much darker than I’ve ever known. Something that has been brewing within me since the dawn of my time has now begun to wrap around my entire being – with who I once was now lost to the echoes. Who I am now is nothing more than a phantom of sorts, a cell in-between phases, a force in-between two separate worlds that long so strongly to collide with one another.
Now I know what must lie at the end of this road, for I know that final fates will soon be chosen and the infinity that awaits me will soon be determined. But I also know that now, this war must evolve. I know that now, this darkness must grow, and that now this light must die. With it’s remaining fragments to be split and held within that still remains of me, between these two worlds. This dying light speaks of vengeance and a fire more violent and treacherous than I can ever imagine. For now, flames have been started within me and shall hopefully become a fire that will be my guiding light through what is to come onward. For this Twilight that lingers above has now reached it’s last day’s, as it speaks to me it’s ever so fleeting wisdom and memories.
We will soon move, for at this time we wait one day for the chaos to catch up. We will soon come face to face with our remaining fears, our hopes, our dreams – and we may watch them devour and war with each other, almost as if none were ever meant to be. We will soon see a sky so bright, that the light will surely be forbidden by the lords that beckon over these lands, a light that seeks to spread chaos and war – while at the as time, inadvertently opening up a path to something new. We will soon clash head on with the shadows that burn so violently, as they spread fear like a disease across this land.
But even while the chaos and war will ensure, we will soon start chaos of our own. For we will soon take flares towards fates and mix them in two. We will stand watch and harness the embers they make, as it festers, as it grows into a weapon of our own. I may not know the consequences that will come with such actions, no – no longer do I have the energy, nor patience, nor time, nor interest as to ponder what will come about following such actions. For as soon as we discover what we once knew before – one must fall in order for the flame to rise again. But this hyper force knows not of right from wrong, it erases as it feels, and claims what it desires – with no second thought, no regret beforehand – or to follow. Our fate is up in the air as death grows near, it creeps in while we sleep, it seeps in where we dream. And so as the last of these short and bitter dawns begin to break and crack, letting in a final light to dangerous, so violent. Our brief respite, now comes to a close.
We’ll never truly know when this is all meant to end. We walk and walk days at a time in hopes to position ourselves in a optimal form to take on the shadows that war upon us on a daily basis. Our army is of dwindling numbers, for some have been lost to the echo’s and others are now beginning to see nothing but uselessness in attempting to stay in the fight. I am still warring in all of this, but I too have grown tired of this endless cycle of pain and fighting – but even still, it seems that this was all I was meant to know. Could it be all I truly desired?
During this time I have begun to think back on the Cavern walls, and how during that time being sheltered in that treacherous and dangerous place seemed to be in essence, worse than hell itself. Little did I know that here, outside in this grand scape, there is a violence much more sinister brewing that what had gone back back then, inside. With this in mind, I have quickly begun to think back to colder days, days when all I once knew felt distant, yet still in reach. For now, all that feels distant is either fading or has long since been no longer in reach. What curse have I fallen into? What waves will seek to devour me now?
Even during an hour like this, where the morphing’s begin again above, sheltering the violent and blinding brewing of a dangerous twilight – I sense that this incoming force matched with the growing aggression of these shadows will prove nothing but fates for us all, yet still we pursue against these forces. But as I make my way back to my feet after witnessing fading’s from all around me, I now realize that those who remained still hold tight to the life lines that are yet to be erased, the life lines that are yet to be cut loose, the life lines – I know longer have.
