The end of a conflict is always better than the beginning, but what is done when the end is no where in sight? What then is hope when the calm only means trouble in the future? This is the art of survival, because an end is the means for success in that the end is kept away though never truly gone. How much more the stronger are those who survive the calm and the storm; how blessed are they who wait in the calm to drag others through the coming storm.
Sacrifice..
What does a coward know if it?
Nothing. They seek reprieve in the pits of their own bellies, the despair they wreak is the gluttony of their hearts, ripping souls from their sets like beasts, leading others astray as sheep.
Not even worthy of the title of a wolf, rebuked by their own kind, fodder for the slaughter..
The will of Fire burns strongly in the ghost right now. One sided typically, there is surprise that all is calm and yet anxiety doesn't ensue. Only a heightened sense of things.. The feeling is eerie, foreign. A collapse occurred some months ago, a whirlpool of energies have been flowing in from the ghost and the fire and yet chaos has not followed.
Somehow alignment insists that proper placement is indeed in the calm and in the storm and elsewhere between, forgiving at request and strong as the ground shakes.
But what shakes the ground is the presence of the ghost, something has clicked.
Observing events connecting each other, following a pattern that no one else sees.. The ghost has certainly reached far and beyond sanity for something seemingly caught in the folds of a time not yet happened and a place without definition. Through time.. Through space.. The vortex of the unknown, a black hole, infinite.. Into the heart, through me, and seemingly straight down to hell. Yet the nightmare is just fears the ghost has unfairly placed; realizing the gift of alignment has led to an upheaval of such ridiculous beliefs.
This.. Whatever is happening.. What is it supposed to mean?
The ghost says this is the realization that the dream is in the fray, fighting the same battle and waiting desperately for reprieve.
