24 Jul The Second Souvenir

Even after all that happened during the day’s of places that lied in between, I seem to ask the question even more frequently now, where do I fucking stand within all of this? I know damn well, much like before this much grander place that I reside now is still nothing but a median between two violent forces, each one seeking to establish themselves as the dominant force, seeking to ultimately claim me, and all else that resides here as it’s own.

But even though I seem to be lost within centric spaces once again, I know all too well of the age that I reside in now and what lurks during the violent hours of the Twilight that will soon spread it’s fiery wings across the earth. For the violent hours that are soon to approach, are the same violent hours that I have not only fled from, but have also dreamed in fear about for ages. These hours mark the coming of an end, a coming of a knight much darker than the one I had known before. For it will be this knight that will bring about the end.

Time is moving fast, and even though the collection of such Souvenirs that lies ahead of me now feels to be an eternity of a task. I know with each passing day, the light grows sharper yet dimmer, and the sounds grow more violent – the control I once had spinning out of space, spinning out of my own hands. It is a taunting fate like none-other and soon, I must face it head on.