10 Apr Countdown to Castles

From the echoes I have awakened once again. With them and their fates, dragging me whole, it has often become hard to determine when my next day will be, when my transparency will take it’s course once again. For me, it’s become unknown, but in of that alone, it has become a journey much more grander than I have ever dreamed. For now at this moment, the echoes tug at all that I am once again, and I will surrender to their commands. For despite the pain they bring, I have now become convinced that the echoes may just be apart of me, may very well remain with me for all of eternity. Perhaps I, in essence am an echo, also.

But pondering and wondering shall get me nowhere in these crucial times. For actions must take place in order to assure forward movements are being made. And it all started with reaching out for the truth. Lifting my hands up to some odd time that remains locked in a place that even I am no longer allowed to re-open. Though my voice rang throughout the jump-room, mere silence made it’s way back to me, and even until this very moment, I hear nothing. Fate is such a tricky thing. And while I don’t even know if I truly believe in the existence of such a force could be present in these lands, consistency must be it’s close cousin. It’s been said that the return would resolve all that had been left unsettled, but while I believe some of that may hold true, another part of me, far out, wandering on some distant vast land, knows that resolutions are found in all sorts of different corners.

Soon I will be made up of these essence once again. Full of it, bounded to earth, yet stronger than ever. I don’t know when the next rest will follow, but even that is no longer of my concern now. For I have been treading this strange place for so long, I know despite how tired these eyes may become, nothing will stop me this time around from accomplishing the task at hand, to putting a close to all of this. For on that very day of the Exit, we fell from some great heights, and ever since then, we had tread on some flat land, until now. With the architect that glimmers in the distance, larger than the eyes can see, beckoning me, to become like them. To Rise and stand strong, even if our end truly is near.

“And so we near the end..”