18 Mar Thresholds & Highways

The day’s have begun to speed up once again. With the time of the end of this journey quickly approaching, I have begun to make haste with my strange ways and have begun to pay the price in doing so. For so long, I had let the failures of the distant past hold me captive, tied to some chains in on anchors within a bottomless sea. But now I have begun to see more in essence, of what once was, and why once was had occurred. Though the answers I seek are yet to be answered, I know I am growing closer to them with every day that passes.

I never thought that I would encounter such strange places in such strange ways like I am doing so now. For these visions and mirrors I see speak to me of some quiet and solemn fate, that awaits me once all these failures have finished taking place. And I dream of a place that is open and empty for me; with wind more pure that what brushed against my skin during the mornings Dawns of the infinite plains – I know that this place is something different, something more, a prologue to some fate hiding within the Twilights shadows.

My way here has not yet ended. While strange and mysterious lines and odd time may have kept me bounded here, exiled from where I longed to be, abandoned by those who meant the most to me, it is what remains here that must be sealed and locked, never to seep out of the cycle ever again. I have guarded this place for much too long, so long, that I became comfortable here. The echoes of old seem to speak of my final resting place, but they do not know that I cannot rest until the rest are found.