Loneliness, silence, sadness ... all this accompanies a person when on his own. Sometimes, it can be their greatest ally, many times a friend, but in the end ... their foulest enemy. Nothing truly matters, darkness engulfs us in its embrace. Usualy, man fears the darkness, its contents and inhabitants, and so he scrapes the edges with fire ... the only way he knows to protect himself.
Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a century begins it is only we mortals who ring the bells and notice the forces of darkness invading our hearts. But in the winds of change, we must all keep the fire within, for that is the only way to fight.
Flowers growing everywhere ... no matter the season. Fall stands there, overlooking everything is going according to plans. Far on the snowy tops of the hills and mountains, Winter stands and watches the skies up above. The clouds greet her, making her smile and let loose the snow in her palms. Across the continents and the deep blue sea, Dawn awaits her final hour when she would rise and watch over the world. Deep below, in the hearts of the people around, is Fire ... keeping their hearts warm from cold and Darkness.
There, they are free ... but without a purpose for living, freedom is meaningless. If we want freedom, we must survive in the most unlikely way, living our lives to the fullest. But they say that if we want peace, we cannot have freedom, for both is impossible. Nevertheless, we try and we will always try, until the sand of time passes us through ...
Who do you suppose decided that the birds are free? Even if they can fly the skies unless they have a destination and a branch upon which to perch and rest their wings they might even come to resent having those wings. True freedom ... true freedom may be having somewhere to return to. Do we have that? Do we truly have somewhere to call home, where we can feel warm, cozy and most of all, loved?
All this peace and solitude is about to end, as Darkness sweeps across the land, killing the flowers, the hearts of men grow dark and clouds turn evil. Fall is trapped, Fire extinguished, Dawn dead and Winter alone.
It has come ...
In the end, eyes open and emotions close ...
Forever standing alone ... in the Darkness ...