I have set foot in lands of echoes past. Like a reverberating nightmare that is always existence, teetering on the edge of infinite outcomes and infinite possibilities. When I close my eyes and think of it, my mind glitches towards numerous corners remembering all that once was a mere flashes and numbers and colors unseen – along with things I had always hoped I would one day forget. But in stepping foot here once again, and witnessing where it all took place, witnessing what time like destruction had long since did to all that I held dear – it is all but easy for me to continue on with the same state of mind I once had then.
For now I see nothing endings in all things, for the age if beginnings has long since come and gone. The very wars for out future that took place, the very sheer evidence which proves as much. Tis as my survival, nothing more but a mere testament to how long the weary will go one just out of lofty hopes and dreams to see a new world come undone. But like all time that I once knew, and all time that I know now – my time is rapidly ending. And within it, comes these departures that will ring true to every last crevice of this blackened soul – my remaining memories and longings unfulfilled serving as the very guiding force that shall lead unto the depths of the void itself. These are the very yearnings of the final moments that I will ever see, once the mask no longer covers and the eyes finally close.
