17 Aug Shadowed Poisons

Slower waves have begun to course throughout my mind once again, for slowly but surely, I feel I am returning to a similar state I was once met with, many eras ago. For during this distant path, I too was met with the shadows, for the first time, in some hallows that I had seemingly caught glimpse of for only seconds – before making my escape, before making my way into a seemingly new life. This was long before the chaos began to unfold, but little did I know it would soon await me.

Step by step, and day by day this place grows darker, engulfed more and more by the shadows that whispers words similar to what I had once always known. My tolerance grows thin during these trying times, and my heart grows weary of what nears with each passing hour. My mind, however, continues to to learn about the heinous actions and spiteful creatures and prowel from around me. For now, I can see their true intentions clearly, unlike before, I have gained some sort of clarity, every now and then, which has begun to morph me into something new entirely.

The poison I was once met with many eras ago foretold of what I am being met with today, and now, the poison that the shadows present to me now is said to contain the key to living in this darkness, to accepting it entirely, to becoming a part of it. It knows that deep down inside, this is what I have longed to become – after ages of false light sought to infiltrate my lines. It knows that somehow, someway, this is what I have always wanted to be, always what I was. For even now, as I look to find dimmer shadows from inside, I realize that the echo chamber is empty, and that for what was once there is seemingly long gone now, likely to never return. It is with this very knowing and this acceptance that I hold this glass of fate and let the poison reach my lips, coursing them lightly, yet desperately seeking to infiltrate my all – much like the slower waves that move over my mind from above.