My consolation has been that horizon. Lined perfectly straight; an unbroken connection between sky and sea. A zenith of beauty deserving admiration, for I recall once living through the very same beauty. Found it, lived it, and enjoyed it straight through till’ collapse. Maybe it was not meant to be eternal?

None of this was caused by me, yet I am still involved.

This island has been, for better and for worse, my sanctuary for aeons; that is at least how it felt. However, do not think I experience this in solitude! My surroundings stand out and make themselves manifest; diverse, populous fauna, springing up and decaying with rapidity, expanding in number despite their ceaseless failings. This multiplicity of beauty brings her to mind, and the neverending specks of sand contain history which returns us to each other, always. This is my hope, as I am not certain of what is real anymore. Please, I want this to be true. Please.

Along the same path walked by so many, well treaded and winding, the internality of this space gathers around. Digitality untouched, nurtured, cared for with tenderness that only appears in moments of unbridled nature. Bright tones and discordant figures overcome that which is oft expected, decrepit structures line themselves in spirals, emotive abstracts of deities, of life, of a passion and meaning so evident it lingers timelessly. Slowly moving forward, while strangling humidity seizes oxygen and my eyes falter into a neon red haze. I have nothing to lose, for that which was at risk has long since disappeared.

The moments spent with her are all I seek.

Entranced in longing I continue into the abyss of my circumstances. The death of natural landscape dulls my mentality, and any thought of their survival is nothing more than a delusional fantasy. A fairy tale which spits in the face of possibility, and renders my own survival as a figment of imaginative brutishness. What is the meaning of this constant destruction, for what goal does it ever achieve?

What reason leads me to be incapable of moving forward? What reason do the repulsive shadows scream “stay away”? Regardless, and without answering, I tear the veil and the essence of this labyrinth starkly appears, and, despite the clarity of Forms and Ideas which absorbed themselves into my being, I am incapable of articulating them with you, or with anyone for that matter. It is everything, and metaphysical incoherency of this beauty would only lead you astray; you must encounter these truths for yourself.

It will be wonderful to finally see you again...

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