The twilight. A place where time seemingly stands still and all secrets are revealed through the piercing golden beams which cut through the lands. A place where the mystery’s that I seek are finally answered, and where salvation is finally found. But that Twilight that I once knew is gone, for the one that has been cast upon the land during this era was one of violence and vengeance, for instead of golden beams of healing and resolution, the skies broke open releasing shadows upon the land, shadows in which we are at war with now; shadows in which we are falling to by the hour. I know that we cannot win this war, and with the few hours that remain before time is once slowed again – I know we must begin to give into the darkness, for the more we resist it’s resistance, the further we will be drowned.

The end that I had once envisioned has seemingly vanished, for the peaceful departure that I had once dreamed of is no longer of this time – for we are now on a line of darkness, and I can no longer see the future. But I know an era ago, something was sealed, perhaps it was the final fate that awaits me, or perhaps it was something much more different than I can ever imagine, but I sense the forces greater than I have taken a keen acceptance to an oath I made and perhaps in the end that will make all the difference. The shadows which now begin to claim these landscapes as there own are not my enemies, for I have survived in darkness once before. The enemies at hand are the cycles and echoes which spin and tangle my fates, binding me to an eternity of strife. These are the forces which seek to swallow me whole, only after devouring those and the things I now hold dear – which are dwindling by the day.

I am no fool to all of this, for the remaining light that burns allows me to see the road that lies ahead – I know I shall not fear. For if that day occurs whilst these Trials of stranger, yet newer fates takes place- I know I will have to make a choice that may very well set off the lines like never before. However, last resorts have never been part of my arsenal. But times are different now, as those whom I claim to be my enemies have proven to be much smarter than I, much more sneaky, much more manipulative, much more quiet in the night.

Despite some cycles playing into my divine favor, I sense that those times can never occur again. For I now move into an age separate from what he dreams of, an age separate from what you dream of. For here, the guidance and counsel of those who are much greater than I, may be of need. I know they sleep, much like you do, but still beckoning over the Fates which are soon to play out. For despite my commending resilience, I have shaken time once again and now soon I must pay for my sins. But even so, every warrior deserves his Trial to prove his every direction. I have failed many in this time, and truly cannot fail to afford anymore. It is in this moment that I know things are now dangerous, and oh no, they will soon become sinister. For the age that awaits judged everyday by the hour, and every being by the decision. And with that in mind my sword must vanish till the ambush and shakings comes again, for soon we will face one another in an age where death is the only salvation.

Many days have past since this war has begun, escalating to a point where it was no longer avoidable, ultimately forcing me to become involved in this violence once again. And even now, it all continues to rage on as our odds of victory are looking more and more slim by the hour. For the longest time, I have fought for the truth and nothing but it. Many forces in this era have sought to guide me down various paths and various roads, but somehow it all has lead me to here – this very moment in time that speaks of nothing but Fates and Destiny.

Though in way’s time has begun to repeat itself once again, but it is different from before, it feels stranger than before. For now, as I choose this only remaining road left to traverse, I can only hope and pray that it will lead me to the answers that I seek and the salvation that is said to lay resting beyond all of the strife that takes place here now. For now, more than ever before the moves I make and the choices I make deep within the night shall effect the lines like never before. For all that I have come to be, all the I will become, and all that I once was now rests in the palm of this new and dark rising age that will soon engulf us all. And though it may be too dark for me to see the future again, I know that something much more sinister lies ahead – and so in darkness I fight.

The older and wiser forces that lie upon these lands have warned me time and time again to leave now; for what lies ahead is a blinding darkness my eternal soul has suppressed, only to be forgotten. In essence, this darkness has always existed, thought it has been kept at bay for many eras, locked away from reaching those of us who fight, those of us who prevail – until we fail to do so. With each passing hour and every passing day, we are losing this war; for the shadowed forces which strike from various corners have proven to be our strongest foes, and soon a fate will be determined.

Though the trial of the Dawn which I was faced with turned to be a success in my favor, Twilight’s I had failed, for the 7th sleep crept in silently, yet violent in nature. These forces will not stop until what they seek has fully been claimed as their own, and those of us who fight in return cease to give up, until we draw our final breaths and speak our last words. Despite all of this, I know that these are the end of days; for once this darkness falls upon this land, I know that I will be out of time.  With options that are limited yet at the same time, so invisible to me, my only move now has been to fight, to seek for the opening that could perhaps lead them into the next dreaded age; for perhaps if we all stay together, perhaps if we can manipulate the lines long enough, we will speak our last words during the moments of a new, greater, dawn.

As the piercing, violent yet beautiful twilight beams shred the ground during the hours that speak to me of echoes from earlier sleeps; the darkness that we have all been trying to avoid, has inevitably found its way in. For the war that wages now during the hours of darkened gold has brought upon trials and fates that I may never truly see through. For every step forward in the light that I have taken, he has taken three towards the darkness; towards the very darkness that I am fighting now. 

In time, we will both lose, soon, there will be only one road remaining, and even sooner the only dimming light there will either grow, or diminish until it has become erased – the same can be said for I. For the night skies that have now revealed themselves to us are only a precursor of the age darkness that awaits us at the dawn of the new era. For this Advent is now slowly, but surely shifting towards it’s end, with this line of darkened fates now expanding, growing so infinite to the point where all may experience the suffering it contains so long as they desire, or so long as they fail.

He has become one of those people, and soon will I. For the chances of us winning this war are on such a small scale, I now think it to be a miracle to have won the many wars of past eras and ages. For while the shadows and cycles that we fight spews us lies cloaked in whispers, they have shown me that our end is growing nearer with every passing day, though shifting in it’s form, it grows closer. For as the shadows and darkness begin to spread like the fires in the sky, so does this ever-expanding timeline of fate and blackness. All will soon meet it’s end, before true newness can be born again.

As these wars continue to wage with I, now growing more and more distant from my comrades, I knew that this era was inevitable. The era of the end, an era where forces much greater than those that I have come to know seek for me to meet my Fate. This war is truly only the beginning of the darkness that awaits, however, I alone am not the only determining factor of the many Fates that beckon over this land. For there is another force that traverses much like I, throughout places much colder, but darker, than anything I have come to know.

But it is during these last day’s that I have now begun to see the darkness much like how I used to. For running is not an option here, nor has it even been, however; though I will soon inevitable dwindle down to a strength that is more or less not sufficient enough to continue traversing this place, I know in the end, I shall have enough to keep my eyes open till the very end. For it is you that I pray for, as for as long as you continue on, an age much darker and sinister than anything we have both come to know awaits and it will inevitably solidify your death.

For ever since the Trials of the Advent began, death has been spinning, beckoning, and lurking all around us, much like the echoes and shadows that wage war with me now. With a sleep much deeper, longer, and darker than any of the past now at hand, I know I must tread carefully, with you in mind for any moment can be my last. I am no longer safe. For it was not long ago that you accepted the possibility of this Fate, and his you have traversed onward. With every passing day, a place of centers and medians begin to fade; as soon a Fate will be chosen, a Fate that will in which echo violently throughout time and all that lines that shall follow.

I pray that despite your vanishing eras ago, you will know that I will not be woke, when that day is to come. For all will be shifted violently once the Fate has been chosen, and with that in mind, I continue fighting this war which has now begun to make it’s way into darker nights as the blinding golden beams become stronger during hours where poisons and dangerous sleeps  infiltrate my lines.