Sardanic

It has been an entire year since the last post.  A long year of hardship and confusion.  A short year of understanding and development.

All is not lost.  The work is not finished.  Begun, but not completed.

As the sun’s radiance dies and the black night envelopes the earth, watch with keen eyes for the form.  The visage so darkened that it stands out in the moonless skies, the effigy so obscure that the sharpest comprehension cannot begin to understand.

No release from the grasp.  No relief from the gaze.  No refuge from the pursuit.

Climb on, climb on.