as the timewalker awakens
reality becomes fractured
his constant visits to the past
blur the present
and show patterns of the future
so deeply immersed in the writings etched into the ever-chains
his research fosters connection with pilgrims long past
their past lives all entangling into one
face of darkness
can they reconnect anew? the steps somehow appear to lay in front of all
~our Calling~
each path is different
it will all come together as was foretold
and so they journey into the forsaken lands in search of the constant:
we are all going to die
~~~~Descent into the Burrows~~~~
"the burrows call to those with certain skills. What those skills are...? ah! you almost got me there! We mustn't speak so freely of such things" -musing of the Timewalker
I can only assume I got lost descending the burrows. *How does one get lost in a spiral hallway?* Weirdly the oldest "recent" memory I can surface somehow is that of a profound paralyzing fear as my flame dimly flickered the path ahead.
As a child I must have frequently experienced the same fear in nightmares. Memories or no, this life-altering kind of fear leaves a mark.
my descent so deep into those scaly halls.
each echo-absent step
feeling more alone than it should
a fractured mind, distracted by doubts and insecurities
in a past life, did I brashly neglect friendships? loved ones? It may seem that way...
but no, the glimpses of good times and seasons greatly outplay any bad.
Something happened to me down there. something both magical and horrific at once. alas, all I remember are the feelings.
