The world slips away, as we busk in the dying sunset.

The absence of time, engraved into an increasingly powerless mind. A castle built to disarm all sense, on the foundations of a never-ending summer. Liminality, eroded through releasing past lives. Peace, finally, but what next?

Above all, absence breeds love, then Void.  Talents held, gifts blessed, hearts stolen; Void consumes all, in the presence of absence.

All was lost to the Void, I feared, as I unpack memories and relics of old. An object, a note, that inscription, those words… Scenes of a life well-spent; of times worthy of recall; bonds severed by time, and absence.

Though Void reigned, He approached.

“Heed my words, in the heart of hearts. Fear me not, for I am Law. The world awaits – arms wide open; as will I, ever broken.”

Hope that the world keeps turning; hope that this heart keeps beating; hope that this journey is simply beginning; hope that Void – my friend – takes only what He deserves.