by Noxis | Dec 30, 2024 | (REDUX) The Phantom NOIR, FATES FRUITIONS: The Final Sins, Sacrilege, and Salacity of a Phantom Prince, OBSIDIAN | OBVLIVION: The Fruition of Final Fates
This tale starts at the edge of nights, something you’re all too familiar with by now. These ever-changing nights where it seems all is at a loss, slipping away quicker each time, before I can even catch a grasp. My heavy eyes have grown weary of seeing the...
by Noxis | Dec 19, 2023 | OBSIDIAN | OBVLIVION: The Fruition of Final Fates, PHTM 23' (INTO THE PHANTOM REALITY), RIDE!
Cruising, But deep down inside I know that I have little time to waste. These nights have begun to grow thicker than I’ve ever bore witness to, and though these temperatures for imminent winter feel so unseasonably warm, I know that soon the cold will come....
by Noxis | Dec 19, 2023 | (REDUX) The Phantom NOIR, OBSIDIAN | OBVLIVION: The Fruition of Final Fates, PHTM 23' (INTO THE PHANTOM REALITY)
Emptiness is such a strange concept when it comes to my drifting, yet ever-fading mind. Like more of a feeling than it is something of space, substance, and the lack of it. These days endlessly drifting in this ever-growing sense of night have begun to take their toll...
by Noxis | Dec 19, 2023 | OBSIDIAN | OBVLIVION: The Fruition of Final Fates, PHTM 23' (INTO THE PHANTOM REALITY), RIDE!
I’m riding slow as I drift down lanes that will inevitable lead me towards the end of this tattered line, the momentum of my movements still got me caught up in secrets and spells that have long since been spilled and spent; and smoke that now shrouds me like a...
by Noxis | Nov 30, 2023 | OBSIDIAN | OBVLIVION: The Fruition of Final Fates, PHTM 23' (INTO THE PHANTOM REALITY), RIDE!
Cold autumn evenings where the chaos and the madness from the outside begin to simmer away, whilst the rumblings and clashing’s within my mind begin to pick up at a rapid pace. Skies are morphing and greying, just like they’ve always been before, as I...
by Noxis | Nov 1, 2023 | OBSIDIAN | OBVLIVION: The Fruition of Final Fates, PHTM 23' (INTO THE PHANTOM REALITY), The Phantom Crusade
Still life is what stands before us now, with morphing’s long since past as our eyes now fixate towards the greying film that shrouds the afternoon and early evening skies. Our lives, even now in the present moment are nothing more than memories, distant dreams...
