29 Dec Abidance of the 7th Sleep

The separation that I have feared for these past ages has now begun to peak at an unsettling pace. With the light that I once knew was always within me now being torn apart from the core, becoming apart of something I can only dream to be. I have since become one with these darker nights, they in essence, speak words that are able to spark my soul, speaking truths of things that have otherwise been forbidden by other forces. Their truths are the fuel that manages to keep my embers burning, and while the fire that I desire feels so close, it is at the same time so distant – for I am now being held within the hands of this force for the 7th time, enslaved to endure it’s bidding.

Echoes of the third have managed to seep their way into my mind, some of which of false lines, others may be of what is yet to come. I may never know, for cycles I once thought to repeat for a final time have seemed to have perished along with the Twilight I used to know so well. Whilst fighting against these shadows and taking my hyperfall, my mind has been closed shut tight from the answers I’ve always sought to obtain. This darkness is like a panic, and this panic is like a wrath of shadows, wrapping their hands around my neck, slowing my breathing at every chance they get. I know that only hours remain until this period of the end sets it’s course, I know only hours remain before we are forced to separate, as the path to our fading will soon be in course, I know only hours remain until the hourglass is flipped, one last time, for all journeys must meet their end.