The Return

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Yeah...
Finally the moment is back.
There is a loss, but also a relief. It is with joy that I take this path, long ignored.
In the darkest moments, I remember you fondly. I remember the worlds visited... the minds blown.

It is certain, yet faint. The pain in my chest is more and more on point. It used to only be a physical sensation. An urge, manifested. But now it finds me weak and beaten. Now it hurts... But the path is wise, the path is wide and long, and nothing will stop the urge manifested. Maybe there is still confort in these old pages. Maybe there is still a wisp of life left, something to ignite the flame, disperse the cold air and the spiders.

Once there was an easy flow of river water from this mountain. If I find it, I could...
It's been lost for ages and the map was never drawn. All I have left are my memories. The plated...
Evolution takes its toll every day, early morning, just before tea. Time is but a consequence.

The glimpse of the hopeful is enough. There should be no doubt, ever. For as a sword was once but ore, this too will evolve. And I will bend time for the sake of a sip, just one sip, of that marvelous elixir. There will be nothing left to achieve, except for conclusions and climaxes. A new era... and so it will be. As new as words could ever be. As stories could ever be. With the voice of the voiceless, so much can be reached, conquered, only to then release to the cosmos. Like a blessing, there will be release. And from the cosmos we shall be one, once again...

The projection and reflection of the lights, they brighten all paradigms.
Night is now a construct and light has overcome the landscape of the immense nothing before me.
If so is the path, then so be the journey. May the nothing be filled with it all.

Adventure. Betrayal. The Forgotten. These are all turns in the future. Turns in a road of darkness only to find the one thing we swore never to forget, yet could never remember. No more questions, only answers, only attempts, only life. Because in the flames of the sacred fire burns the one and only desire, and it lives within us all. The longly awaited, the almost forgotten, The Return.

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