27 Apr New Arrivals (The Return)

The Return was something like I had never expected. Beauty, sorrow, remorse, and longfulness had quickly engulfed my heart in only an hours time, and echos began the move fast, swirling and spinning in and out of space where I had reside. I knew there was no use in fighting it this time around, as just as before, the pains and longings had grew stronger every day that passed, and I knew my soul would not have rather had it any other way.

It was my return to this place that had to happen, for the skies had been filled with lines, yet the exile lifted. I was in fact free, for the first time since my initial departure. But it was the voice that had called out to me that truly made me question my freedom, for I knew the shadows were on there way and would not stay at bay forever. And the echoes, as quickly as they moved, did not stay far with every step I took deeper into this land of such great and mysterious architect.

I knew that since the exile, I had grown considerably, despite my tinkerings with the timelines, and the violent shakings in the night. For now, I had been messing with time itself, once again, but this time I was free to do so, with no consequence at hand. I knew you would never be heard from again, and you would never hear of the visions of some strange and violent seas that would soon accompany me during some short, yet deepened sleeps. For it was just like I had imagined, it was just like what I had saw an era ago while sprawled out on some old floorboards, chilled to the bone. I was alone once again, and we all saw it coming.