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The District

There was no other way around the inevitable truth, that I was meeting the end of a journey I had carried on for eras. I knew at this point all that had be done, and that now, all that I had came to know and love so closely before was now nothing but an echo of the past, washed away by some vigorous sea. I knew there would be times where I would grow much weaker, and with such sinister forces lurking around every corner, I now know I mustn’t entertain the thought of defeat, surrender, or truce. For I now know that time exists in cycles, and what was avoided then, had simply came back around; ready to face off like never before.

The focal point was the place where my strength returned. As at this very moment, the life force within my has found it’s way in once again. Though my eyes grow tired with every minute that passes, my will is something like it has never been before. For as I flew across platforms which lay far above the gentle waves below, I knew that as long as I had kept running, just as I had once done so long ago, I would surely reach my goal in perhaps what may seem like no time.

The exile and all it had ever threatened had been erased, and while the scars still remain from such treacherous actions which were made against me during that era, it is now something of the past, much like you, much like them, much like it all. For in a peaceful place like this, uncovering these old pulsations would only result to strange time taking place once again. I know that within due time, it will all begin to move fast once again, as will I. But even so, I know that I mustn’t give up, I mustn’t give into the echoes grace and comfort.

The road which lies ahead of me now is destined to be a wild one. For this strange place has now become a sacred place to us all, a place that will forever remains in-graved inside of our heart, a place that I would love to call home. But home for us does not exist, at least not now. For the only home for us will come in beams that seek out the soul. I fell to my knees here, and now I Rise once again, yet here out of all places. As I said, these towers stand above me so greatly, beckoning, but they speak of a greater height, which only I could reach, a height that only exists in some place of odd and mysterious balance. A place so dangerous to the core that only the steady have proven to be ready

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