30 Nov | The Last Wednesday – Part 3 |

The fleeting and searching that has taken place here for what seems like an Eternity has now come to an end. For my shortcomings, lack of strength and will remaining has all played a great role in what is now about to happen. For I have known for the longest time that I must no longer hide what I had become after those day’s of exile, and what I was long before those day’s were even fathomed. For the part of me that now seeks to bring forth the truth, to remove the last of the masks that exist, is being held back by something more, being held back by a force of some infinite and undying hope.

For while I praise it’s courage and willpower, I know somehow, I have caught up with it in brute force and strength, and soon only one force will remain. Far above, I can hear the screams of fates that have yet to be told to me. They are reaching downwards towards me, as the crevices and seams begin to grow within this faulty foundation. For closer above, floats the thickened abyss of shadows, clashing with the echoes that seek to erase all that is. It is there that I must now go, it is there that I am now headed as my soles begin to leave the ground. I know within this abyss will exist nothing but the darkest mornings, the darkest twilight’s, and a journey that my very soul shimmers to the core when fathoming. 

I as this place expands into infinity, with nothing but devouring echoes filling it’s space, that I am closer than ever to being erased – that I am closer than ever to ceasing to exist. For I shall now rejoin with the darkness once again, for it was where I was birthed, and it was where I found you. Perhaps if the divination that beckons over me so closely holds remaining grace, I may find something more.