04 Sep Castaway

In Those Day’s – I had always known the type of person that I was at heart. I knew the reasons behind all that I longed for and I knew of the very catalysts which ever-so-quickly began to put it all into place. I knew why I spoke the words that I had spoken, and I knew why I felt the way that I had felt. It was during this time, that moments of clarity were not something of a rarity – but more, a way of life. Awakening with tired eyes seemingly every passing moment – I knew what I was bound to face in these day’s, I knew it would only get worse as time went by.

The shadows that have long since arisen, burned, and now overtake this place that lies within a space in-between have now begun to swiftly guide me towards what I seek. A place where the false light – yet light nonetheless resides. This light is the last of it’s kind, and it’s very day’s are numbered, or so I am told. I am told that this light, though of false essence, has the strength to return the balance – balance much like I once fought for during those day’s. I have in a sense, been cast out from this space in the in-between that has all turned to black, this space that I have spent so much time in, residing and learning ever since Frontiers were conquered. This space I am in now is a space that is moments away from collapsing in on itself. A point in time, where both solace and peace wait to be overridden by chaos and war. It is a place where silence itself is piercing, and where scapes are much more vast than I have seen for some time.

What Shall Follow – Is a struggle against time, a race in a sense. A moment in this vast, yet fading timeline where the panic begins, where those who awake in the night are met with the force of fate at their front door. The sands of time have now ran out, and now as an effect – the shadows are now grasping at every sector of reality as possible. However, the last of the hourglasses will now be flipped, one that will mark the day’s remaining till much more ancient things, are to take place.