The Eve

Something about tonight's sunset is different. Looking out the window display where the Sun and I watch each other during the day, something is amiss. Perhaps it is the way the clouds have conspired with the Sun to warn me, for while the sun has set, a red flare shoots across the sky. I know it to be a sign. I have learned enough from the sun to know when it is worried. I know enough from the clouds to recognize warning.

About me, enemies are beginning to appear. An uneasiness lurks about me: I must beware the shadows.
The days of leas and prosperity are nearing their end for now. For now, I must prepare for the nights of battle against specters. I do not know who I will be at the end of this night; I do not know what I will have become.

Am I ready? I don't know. I have only but just gotten used to the days of pleasures that marked a journey anew. However, though I am alone, I have with me a Party. I am Atticus, Pishon, and Israel. I do not know where I will go.... but I know that I must go. I must become as Wise as the serpent. I must become as Fluid as Water. I must become as Aware as the Owl.

I find myself at crossroads yet again. Should I attempt to change once more, as some counsel would suggest? Do I stay the course? What is the right decision?

The answer... I must confront the final boss to find what it is. My truth lies deeper within myself, farther below than the abodes of the spirits, to where God himself is. I must descend into myself, withdraw from the world, and seek the counsel of the God of the universe.... to where he is speaking now, not just in the past. I must confront him, and combat him until there is not but an answer.

My time is up... now... into the abyss...