15 Nov Upon The Shattered Reality

We all knew what we were getting ourselves into, long before calamities and cataclysms of past Advents began to manifest in way’s we could not never think to be imaginable. The changing and twisting of time is a very interesting thing, it drags me in, enticingly – like a black hole, for it knows every ounce of me yearns to know the origins in which such things were able to take place. Much of it leaves me uncomfortable, unsettled, even irritable – for as these things begin to rise once more, cycles we have been bound to continue to pursue onward, as we continue to endure the every-lasting effects of the machine, not knowing entirety that the last lifeline is always within our own hands.

The times that stand in front of me now are much different, much darker, much more sinister than ever before. For it during the edge of this Advent that we stand within a shattered reality, a point in time that cannot be restored to what was once known, a point in time that has long since strayed from redemption, a point in time that can only be overridden by a new line entirely. I have seen what happens to those who remain in lines that have long since faded, those who have sought to fight fate bare, with no weapons to wield nor flames to spread. Where I stand exactly within this very predicament is yet unknown, however still; my rage burns much like the final flame which I now hold, and I seek to put it to good use.

For even until this moment in time, I have watched Advents past come and go, and many more eras and ages that followed. In all of this, I have became bound to the cycle that spreads like a disease, like a plague across all of this line which is now corrupted, torn and scattered. For it soon, will surely meet it’s fate as well as those that decide to continue to tread on it. We have long past the moment in time where this can be solved quietly and peacefully, for the only peace that seemingly remains is in the moments of clarity and acceptance of the fates before they are to come to pass. For what is shattered can never be the same again, for what is shattered will always yearn to be destroyed entirely – and be born anew.