15 Aug Curse of the Fearless

I hold a curse that is forever ingrained within me, I do not know if it can ever be broken, nor do I know if it is set to last into infinity, but what I do know is that with every passing moment – it continues to tug and pull at my soul, forcing it to become darker, pushing it to become more and more bound to earth. My mind however is in a different state – for long have I fought to release myself from the chains of this binding reality, to ultimately set myself free from the darkness that binds, but in the end – it all has still lead me here.

I am no longer in between a state of light and darkness, for now, shadows have begun to reach across this place and I seem to be caught in between a conflict of opposing forces, both of a darkness, but at the same time, a darkness of their own. Shadows, a force that encompasses all that I once fear and will fear, and more, and the echoes, a past circaling, an undying cycle, failures returning and pain recurring. Each are treacherous in their own way, each side holding their own agenda, each side recruiting every lost and lonely soul for the war that is now at hand a war that will set course the emptying of the hourglass of fates, and it’s realising of the final sands of time.

My place is all of this is still unknown, though I know I will likely soon find myself taking on both sides, as each desires to pick away at all that I am. I can feel the void growing from deep within, and it’s yearning to become something more, it’s desire to become something darker itself, all together. This is the curse I am dealt with, one of infinite longing, and freedom, yet bound by the barriers that lie in between. But unlike before, in this void that rests from within, I can feel a yearning towards a breaking of something much more violent, something much more sinister – something that will provide me with the strength to go on, to meet face to face with these days of Shadows and the last day’s that await. And I will have the curse to thank.