Cling Fast to Bright Memories of Home in the Darkness Before Light
(Fanfest - Hometowns)
The metal carcass drags itself out of the crumbling crucible of hate, as the enemy fades behind. It is broken, beaten, beyond repair. The crucial essence is leaking from its battered form, it doesn't even have the capacity to hold its precious cargo any longer. The raw essence crushes in on itself. So far from home. So far from home ever being conceived. In the daunting immensity of spacetime, it does not grope outwards but searches inwards. Strongest memories, most plentiful memories. Those forged at home. Sifting through times of elation and times of terror. The pleasant and the painful memories. Days spent with friends, days squandered at the arcade, days marked by the dark intentions of your enemy. But most of all, it cherishes its time as a child, with its family. The essence has been changed irrevocably by experiences far beyond the expectations of a child or any adult. There's no guarantee it will make it back to its body, returning to a youth's life would be incredibly difficult. But it did not travel to the End at the Beginning by virtue of quitting. It demands the opportunity now. It feels melancholy for its home and host. Holding the most cherished memories, it ignores the vastness of its trial. the passage of time is perceived relatively, lost in itself the essence does not perceive the endlessness of the journey. It only helps to focus on and recognize its own time... hopefully not overshooting it. But if it can return to its own time, the host's location shouldn't be far behind. The alternative is an eternity spent in an illusion of its own making, or a lost mind crumbling under the weight of its inability to find home. Homesickness was always a burden. Now it's a child's greatest light in its darkest hour.
(Fanfest - Hometowns)
The metal carcass drags itself out of the crumbling crucible of hate, as the enemy fades behind. It is broken, beaten, beyond repair. The crucial essence is leaking from its battered form, it doesn't even have the capacity to hold its precious cargo any longer. The raw essence crushes in on itself. So far from home. So far from home ever being conceived. In the daunting immensity of spacetime, it does not grope outwards but searches inwards. Strongest memories, most plentiful memories. Those forged at home. Sifting through times of elation and times of terror. The pleasant and the painful memories. Days spent with friends, days squandered at the arcade, days marked by the dark intentions of your enemy. But most of all, it cherishes its time as a child, with its family. The essence has been changed irrevocably by experiences far beyond the expectations of a child or any adult. There's no guarantee it will make it back to its body, returning to a youth's life would be incredibly difficult. But it did not travel to the End at the Beginning by virtue of quitting. It demands the opportunity now. It feels melancholy for its home and host. Holding the most cherished memories, it ignores the vastness of its trial. the passage of time is perceived relatively, lost in itself the essence does not perceive the endlessness of the journey. It only helps to focus on and recognize its own time... hopefully not overshooting it. But if it can return to its own time, the host's location shouldn't be far behind. The alternative is an eternity spent in an illusion of its own making, or a lost mind crumbling under the weight of its inability to find home. Homesickness was always a burden. Now it's a child's greatest light in its darkest hour.
