Treading across lands that I once knew, lands that I once held so dearly, takes a toll like no other. There is a sort of enlightenment in this return, a sort of evolution that begins to settle in when the pain and the present collide, when the two violent forces collide – for one cannot exist without the other. The very society that I in which make my way across now, was built upon it all. It’s cobblestone roads, founded upon the very pain and shadows that we left behind, the very flaws of our existence which sought out to become something more for themselves – which yearned to build structures and pathways that would ultimately lead us to where we are now.
So much time since the engulfing of the dark pool and the beginning of empty vessels did I spend in isolation – suffocating whilst simultaneously evolving into something new entirely. The time that exists before me now is like no other, like a culmination of all that has took place – morphing, shaping itself into one final moment to present itself to me; and at that very forefront, at the edge of it all, is this Phantom Society. This very place, crafted by the very hands of fate themselves – has earned it’s significant since my very arrival. For unlike allahlav where the cycles are set to repeat into infinity, or until your very dying days – this place, cold and darkened, shrouded, and engulfed in the fates that remain – is where cycles come to die, and those that are left chained to them. And as these clouds begin to make their way in once again, morphing, I know that much like before – time will now shift again. An era that stands before us is an era that has been long awaited, since the very dawn of the days of Final Fates – I know now that fruition of those same fates, beckon and shall be bestowed here.
