31 Dec Of Darkest Hours: The Xrossover Period – I

What we have now become is all and all something the higher powers have wanted all along, throughout these years. Memories of the exile have now begun to haunt me even strongly as this darker side of me gradually regains it’s strength, for it will not be long till the final rest of the 4th sleep begins, and all that was once treasured within this era will be lost in stormy seas. I now have come to acceptance, that these times, these dreams, those day’s will never return, and may have never meant to be. For my failures have caused much loss within this era, and even more heart-ache in these new ages that are soon to come. The wires that have once tied me down to this place are now becoming unraveled, as I breathe the air of new time. This air is cold, yet not the same as the air of the Cavern walls. The air I breathe now, is the air that has just been released from dangerous cycles, which are now spinning to their end. In the beginning, it all started with betrayal and a dream to be free. I played with fire, much dangerous than anything a person of my age should have been meddling with. I was warned, but I also was comforted and encouraged by the outsiders. I successfully made way through the time that was of betrayal and backlash. Soon to be set free, I sought out for the guidance I needed within distant lands.

Treasuring them all deep within my heart, their time will now be of the past, but these memories will never fade. Never will they be forgotten. These lines are loosening, and so is my grip, I call out to the cosmos one last time to deliver my peace, as the towers surrounding me echo my voice back to me.