The passage of time stretches endlessly and never changes like the desolate ruins of this cursed land. The last rays of sunshine and youthful days of dreams with no care in the world have come to an end. There is no sense of purpose in these troubled times despite the sense of urgency that drifts over the sky like the billowing clouds under this moonlit vista.

In the shroud of darkness it’s easy to lose one’s way and their sense of purpose. Without any dream, goal, or objective – there is only one recourse and that’s to slip away deeper into the shadows. The things that we once fought against and the things that once made us stronger are all but ashes in the wind and forgotten memories brushed aside by these red-eyed guests who lord over the ruins of this human mind.

As the last slivers of moonlight begin to fade from my fingers, I claw into the cold abyss where there should have been ground but find myself falling deeper into the bottomless abyss. There are no more thoughts now but only the single feeling of self-preservation as I fight to live and live to understand what my purpose is if there is any in this life.

“I have to do something better than what is in front and around me.”

My last whisper escapes my lips before free falling further and deeper into what feels like the pit of no return but in my bottom of my heart I can feel the final chance looming ahead and the final time to make things right.