10 Jun (Prelude) Dreaming of Daybreak

Throughout the ages, mornings that I once knew have become no more. They have faded into a murky past, and into an even murkier timeline which has quickly become unknown to me. The mourning’s which take place now are of something entirely different, they are of a different time that seeks to invoke fear and panic within every crevice in every bone in my body. The mourning’s which take place now are the last line of defense of this tyranny of light that so violently protrudes across this place, and lands even further than my mind can map.

I know that soon, a new dawn will be at hand – for despite this false light that charades it’s way across the scapes, I know that darker nights continue to be at hand – working, shifting, and morphing to become the worst I’ll ever know. And as I begin to awake to this all, I know my fading’s are bound to coincide along with it – for these are trying times in which every line of light that pierces my eyes, marks another moment where I must cling even tighter to the tides of life.