23 Oct Touch of the Dead Hand

I have begun to sense the whispers once more, like a constant reminder of what has always been present, what has always been lurking, a reminder that throughout the ages; my mind had spent countless hours wandering elsewhere, forgetting what has always been at stake. When I close my mind, I can see the conversations of Gods that will be met with the hands of fates, Gods that have spent time looming and beckoning above our very heads this entire time, scheming and planning whilst our demise grows closer and closer. I can hear the yelling of those who swear that their presence has always been for the better, for the greater good – however much evil roams throughout this place in between, and beyond. Evil that has been left unchecked for Advents before my time, evil that I have sough out long before the cavern walls, evil that is making it’s way into my very lines as I head towards this force that is the final flame at this very moment.

It seems with every step that I take within this place, the colder is grows and seemingly more dim the light becomes – for the shadows which follow my every step hold no hesitation in taking their share of the bargain that had been made. For consuming is what they do, and consuming is what shall be done to this place once all has been said and done. For now that I am much more solidly on this path, for now that my acceptance for what is to come is growing more and more with every passing hour – I am quickly conquering the only fear left to me, the only true fear that I have ever known.

As the shadows continue to grow more and more anxious towards achieving what they have set out to do since the very beginning, the more I can feel the inevitable coming. The more that I dream of it, the more that I speak of it, the more that it touches me across my face gently, during the darkest hours of the night – the more I can feel it interfering with the clocks and compasses I use to stay on track, the more I can hear it shifting with the frequencies in the radio. In Hollows this force grows, and it Hollows it will surely make it’s way through. So faster and smarter I move, as light quickly dwindles – towards the final flame.