If it's a story thou seeks, I shall deliver..


So, it happened an age ago.
But when I recall, I see it true.
An affair from which Gold arose..
And so too, was shadow born.

What followed was a war unseen.
One that could never be put to song.

The shattering ensued; a war within that wrought only darkness.
A purge without grace or honor.
Reality as we knew it was broken, but by whom? And why?

And so, we inhabit a fractured world.
Awaiting the arrival of someone who would weave dream into existence.

My hunger, my yearning..
Only worsens..
Until the floodgates burst, unleashing eternal torment.

I doubt you could even imagine it; that which commanded the stars, giving life its fullest brilliance.
- Now the fallen leaves tell our story.

However ruined this world has become, however mired in torment and despair - life endures, births continue.
There is beauty in that, is there not?
And given time, all things will flourish, wether graceful, or malign.

With fear, doubt, and loneliness onto a new journey.. As the path stretcheth into the great unknown.
But, beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of dark..
..what could possibly await us?
- Yet we seek it insatiably.

Seek strength.. The rest, will follow.
For however far we journey, the road will eventually lead home, one day.