Standing at the edge of the dark pool, a pool which only exists at the edge of time - moments before an Advent's end, only. Here I stand, still, motionless, deep in thought for I know this water that these Neon Fates, Shadows, and Darkness...
The last remaining light has faded as the dying twilight fates as I begin to twist my body in an odd and strange fashion, diving into the complete blackness that is all that remains. There is nothing left to lose and nothing left to love...
During these darkened fleeting hours of the night that I now know to be the precursor of the darkest nights that are to become, I spend these moments picking up the pieces, and reassembling the puzzle that always was, but had never been seen in...
This loss that I will soon experience will be of one that has been built up throughout the duration of several eras and even more ages alike - it will be a loss that we will all experience, but one that only very few will...
Every hour that passes now seems to be strung along in it's own entire collective, as if time were more connected now than it has ever been. Even after the daydreaming has taken it's place, and even after the disassociation has taken it's toll. Time...
We all knew what we were getting ourselves into, long before calamities and cataclysms of past Advents began to manifest in way's we could not never think to be imaginable. The changing and twisting of time is a very interesting thing, it drags me in,...
In a time between the arrival of the darkest nights and the settling in of Fates - darkness consuming and shadows devouring all the same, I now stand here - with the final flame in hand. The pain is immense, as this very flame carries...