03 Feb The Flame, A Fate

Fire, a mysterious burning force which has been used to light the ways of many unknown paths for centuries. Even when it destroys, it dances gracefully, shimmering up the night – calling to the stars. It has delivered many souls to salvation, yet has kept even more from it. But the fires that were lit there now burn with an undying passion from above; they have since found there home in the skies and echo to bring deliverance at the end of days, and destruction towards all who resist. But it is not in my place to discuss the flame of fates that now seek seize control on the freedom that has been so strongly fought for throughout the ages; but instead of a time of that is running out, a dream of redemption, a journey for salvation. 

Long before the sleep, the seams had begun break even further, with the surrounding void of what I then knew of the In Between becoming increasingly larger, as the ruins of some strange and unknown past lay vacant below the foundation. But now, in a sudden turn of events, I awake to find myself no longer enveloped by shadows, no, but instead something much more sinister. For the age that has arrived now is an age of looming doom, an age of infinite knowings of a coming end, an age where we must fight every hour leading up to our last breath. 

For it was said that during that time, before the birth of the 7th sleep that in enduring the Dark Night would inevitably solidify the Fate I have been warring against for ages. It is now that I am at the bottom, much further than those who once fought alongside me in eras past, much further than those who once cursed my every move, my every path. It is down here, in a place of dreams, cold, and loss all familiar, that I awake in.