Wilt, wither, tremble.
The time that stands before us now is a time like never before. Ages past and lines of the future now glance and glare with fixated stares, in hopes to catch glimpse of the wonders that will proceed. We’re all out of array now, as a reality we’ve all come to know so well crumbles before our very own eyes. Such a sight to behold, this untimely fall, this exodus, this cataclysm – this harbinger of the fruitions of the final fates that wait ahead.
There feels to be very little room to grow during times like these, and though the aggressive evolution that I am bound to has me in a chokehold, I often cannot help that it all feels so in-vein, because though what remains may reveal itself to be greater even then my wildest dreams, it is also true that the void above and below twists and pulls, tempts and persuades, for it has always whispered that what I have become was meant to follow in his footsteps, to follow in all of his ways. This mask has seemingly erased every last trace of fear I had once had, whilst also bringing more knowledge and dare than I have ever cared to wield.
But it is in these times that this knowledge shall be challenged, and this dare shall be tested – for the oaths that bind me now, no matter what the cost or fulfillment shall lead me to the altar of the final fates that have long since waited to bestow themselves upon me, final fates that I in which now yearn to embrace.
