What became of happily ever after?
I feel so ill-equipped to deal with such brutal loss, with the colossal intensity and vast implications of The Anomaly; with the endless expanse of time. In the aftermath, the chilling, hollow call of nihilism beckoned; a howling gale that left me near-to-deaf.
I take solace now in the amnesty to be found in this hallowed place. In its’ provision of fragrant gardens, painted in vibrant sunlight.
In the heat of radiant eventide, I am a knight in faded armour.
Would that you were even aware of your own distress. Would that I could have been permitted to save you. Enough has been said for the might-have-beens.
The future hastens, and such hindsight is forced-redundant.
Now to stand tall. Now to summon what is left of conviction, of faith; of a willingness to believe that the story ends well.
Now to prevail.