Bask, in everything that we once knew. Plunge, deep into the abyss of this void that is the unknown. Sink, beneath the blackened waters that have long since called our names. Shift, into the form and shape that we were always meant to be.
Destiny could all be an illusion, a shimmering fragment of a thought all wrapped up in strange time, and Fates could all be the same, bound by chains and harbored by all the same types of lies. But the things I used to know and the things I’ve come to know have all led me to this moment, a shivering, a shaking, a morphing that leaves me bound to final fates. I cannot escape the fruitions of these fates that are coming to me, I will not run, I will not hide, for every last ounce of fear that I once knew are now the only forces once bound to me that will do so.
Because in the deepest and darkest corners of the night that shall fall, fear is what had once settled in, fear that I now very well shall move through and within, surrounding, and silently – like a serpent out to hunt. My form will shift in way’s that will beckon times and lines that serve nothing but greater infinities, my mind, well fed, shall push towards all that it has ever desired, and my heart shall now stow what it seeks that no longer remains – soon to be consumed by time and the shadows itself, fleeting this vessel like the shedding of skin. For the essence I seek to remain is of a craving like flesh, and the purpose I yearn for is like an addiction like blood – it’s a cycle in and of itself, one that has been birthed out of the desire to end what cycles remain now.
But now in this moment is a time of reckoning, a time of falling apart and coming together – a time of evolution. For this stasis has lasted for far too long, and this sleep has waited in patience even longer. All will begin to slither in now, all will begin to devour and consume all the same. A theme of a serpents state of mind, a theme of a Phantoms state of being.
