11 Apr Remembrance of the Light, Acceptance of the Dark

Dawn, Twilight, and the shining of the darkened Dusk have all plagued me across the eras, each period ultimately offering it’s own entrapment as well as its own foundation. During these days, these days in which were never meant to be – all has begun to fold in on itself. For these days were forced to come into existence, forced against their very own will to do the bidding of a period, an age so dark that the days themselves long for entropy itself to swallow them whole.

In this age, shadows run rampant with every hour just as vicious and as dangerous as the next. Perhaps throughout my nights spent making my way here, I had underestimated the consequences that were ultimately at stake – for with every misstep comes scars that remind of the failures that I had once endured, failures that have ultimately brought me to this place that I stand in today.

It is now that I know that nothing escapes this place, nor does nothing ever enter. For all that once was before the bursting of the seams is still here, it is still beckoning my every move, and it is still waiting for a phase of erasing to begin, a phase in which I knew to become inevitable within a place that is fading place, within a place that was never meant to exist for a soul as damned as mine.