Crumbling beneath this nightmare that has followed the final fates, our greatest dreams and hopes have slowly begun to slip away. Since entering these darkest of nights the very neon lights that blur within the night come and go as they please, their pulsating ever so inconsistent and spontaneous, only those who eyes remain open will be the ones who shall be guided. But now, as time continues onward we move further and further within the depths – depths in which it’s many levels in essence await to be explored and renewed. Our ignorance stands strong even now, with it’s desperate efforts to push the truth away – however such an immovable and infinite force will always get to you – one way or another.
With each and every fleeting and fragile moment within this space of lost time, not part of any particular advent or era; simply a drifting sense of fractal time – I begin to erase further and further within the shadows that I’ve become, the shadows that have in which growingly have become mine ever since the Nightfall had taken place. This life is no more than a wearing rope – being tugged and torn between two sides, one in which of life that seeks to remain, and the other of the next one which anxiously awaits to take place – all seemingly a mere game of who is strongest to stand the test of time, leading onto the next, over and over again.
This existence, this reality now more than ever has had it’s faults, it’s flaws, it’s errors exposed – and it no longer can go ignored. Do you feel the exhaust? Of the inevitable cycles that consume us time and time again? Do you feel the longing? The desire? The desperation, for something greater? For something all-fulfilling. To track the shackles of destiny will lead every wanderer to the cross roads that inevitably await us all, and though time in this state of existence is only finite – I shall spend the moments that remain fading onto a path that shall lead to destiny’s throne, to a place that I can call my own. For hindsight was 2020, and I can now see like I’ve never been able to before. A love that was once lost both far and within reach. A life once cherished now fading with a final longing. And a purpose yet to be fulfilled, being held captive – by the hands of destiny.
