10 Oct Beckoning of the 8th Sleep

Let me begin to feel the origins of a greater force that has now begun to beckon over me. These storm clouds are now rolling in as the Twilight tides now begin to become more violent and violent with every passing day. This morphing, which is now hidden to my tired eyes is a morphing that has taken place once before. It is a morphing that now, whispers of the end of times, and the coming of something much darker than what I have known before. Now, in these empty spaces where the morphing’s speed and spin at unfathomable speeds, it is I who becomes fatigued. It is I who begins to feel the weakness, and the eternal desire to finally give in to the cold that runs in the water. But at the same time, the frictions that have since been forced are keeping me at bay, the only lifeline that remains.

Soon I will see the reminder of the calling that has lead me to where I am today. For I had always said smoke stacks dispelling their fumes have always been my signaling, a calling to remind me of who I am, and what I have since come to be. For even now, while I begin to rush towards this so called flame to lead me through this age of shadows – I am forced to recall all that had once happened, forced to recall all that still haunts me to this very day.

Each day you beckon, I drift further and further from the flame. You have become a plague over these years, and less of a force leading me to the shimmering future I once thought would be golden. But instead, what was once a shimmering fate in the distance now seems to be a looming, darker fate – which was always meant to be, which birthed long before the exile. The resistance I once held for these fates are now quickly fleeting, with my only remaining desire in mind to reach the flame. The frictions will now begin to scar me now, the frictions will now begin to hurt me now, the frictions will now begin to haunt me now, but perhaps when it is all ignited – it will all not have been in vain.