01 Jan The Xrossover Period – III: To Bend with Hours.

At my very hands, I put an end to that soul. Though I was warned of the pain and heartache that will inevitably forever haunt me, there are certain things I felt were needed to make way for moving forward. My journey is these strange lands have only just begun. For I am a wanderer within infinite landscapes, my constant wanderings have never ceased. You have now been left behind, much like the others who came before you. To some, I was left behind in the eyes of the others years ago, however, this never stopped me from arriving to their age, perhaps one day, you will do the same. Today, I’ve laid here and wondered if I were to even make it through this new journey, for great treachery awaits, and even greater darkness looms within waves and portals beyond my wildest dreams. Though I know now, that the only one I can fail at this point is myself, I am forced to wonder if even that will bring about my spiraling end even quicker.

            With great longing and pains, and tired eyes all present. I have now learned to bend with the hours, to soar side by side with the timeline, to breathe the rich air of seconds and minutes. More doors open, as hallways begin to narrow, this path is thin but there are many entry’s and exits, still waiting to be discovered.  And even though this all began from some empty and frozen platforms within cold and lonely stations, it feels like not even that was enough to stop me. Though our time within dimming skies, and city lights may have come to an end, it is I who must seek out what remains in these lands, for my heart calls to me once again.