31 Oct The Hollows III: A Promise Met, A Contract’s End

For ages have I wandered with chains attached to every inch of my all. Despite breaking free from many during the era of the Cavern Walls, and cutting the shackles which anchored me before the day’s of the exile, I have long since been fighting a battle for freedom, a battle for truth, a battle for some new light. For ages past did I set an agreement, one that was meant to last many Advents, one that was forged with the bond of you and I in mind. It is, quite obvious now as these lines have been infiltrated by false light – being corrupted to it’s core, that the foundations in which were made for these agreements have long since cracked, have long since tattered. I however, despite it all, kept my end of the bargain, I however, remembered the promise that I had made to myself. A promise to see it through till this all expired, a promised that now, within the deep and darkened corners of these Hollows that I now find myself is – as finally been fulfilled.

I am now free from the things that once kept be bound to the earth, I am now free to become darkness incarnate, or to fill my all with the false light that runs rampant all around me. I am now free to live out what remains of this line as what I have always knew I was meant to become, what I always knew was calling, what I had ran from and fought for ages whilst taking in every bit of pain and loneliness, and longings that I had agreed to take upon. A burden I had agreed to bear, one for wisdom, one for knowledge. But now, those day’s have long since gone but the lingering infections of this agreement now remain, infections that have run rampant for so long – healing may truly no longer be an option. For as this contract meets it’s ends, shadows shall now fulfill their role in which I have promised and will begin to consume and devour all that remains of this place that I once knew to be the In Between. With no light left except for the Final Flame which now burns brightly in sight – I must now be consumed by the very force I had once sought to fight against, I must be consumed in hopes to keep the only sense of control of my destiny in my hand – for as this line beings to be torn and tattered with each passing hour