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Paradox/Time ~ Visions & Rivers

I was recently reminded of the warnings I was once given, what seems to be so long ago. The feeling of something much more dire than anything I had ever experienced, quickly spiraling, cycling, spinning in my direction. It was these screams of caution that came during the darkest hours of the night that I subsided with nothing but trust, faith, and hope. In the end, it was my own nativity and ignorance which lead to the fall and the exile, shortly after being set free and finding my heart. It is always during these day’s that I am reminded of the faults that I have made, and the overall shadow that I have become. While what lies within the dark seeks to claim me and my entirety, I find peace here, and have grown a sort of comfort with the Shadows that beckon from above. And while during every passing moment; I am forced to fight with the ages, with the forces that seek to return me to where I first came, I seem to find another method to hold them off, time and time again.

Wars are beginning to brew here, and shaking’s at the foundations can be felt in a much more sinister way now. They are growing, and we know not of what damage they may be capable of once they reach their peak.  This place rests on cross roads and rivers, we now know this – and it spans for miles, or so it seems. For while we have spent so much time here, there is still so much we have left to learn. The images I have recently come to remember are those of barren platforms within an empty station, the feeling of the cold breeze has triggered these echoes to fight back more maliciously, as they knew what was to take place all that time ago.

It matters not now, for that time has been sealed away behind doors that are no longer obtainable to me. If given the access to manipulate and change these lines once again, even now, I am left uncertain. But perhaps if not for the tragedies that befell us then, what we gave birth to now may not exist. Though still, I cannot say which I would have desired more – for the pains and longings still grow stronger everyday,

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