The seasons are the reasons of why you dwell here. I have seen these people within here before; looking, searching, feeling out the lopsided landscapes of their personal oblivion. The blind leading the lost; the inept following the blind. They all will eventually come here at one point during their lives; looking for what already exists inside of themselves: salvation. I do not guide them in a specific direction, as you can never guide the lost to find themselves. This is a miraculous undertaking one must accomplish on their own; a feat only the true individual can wholly and completely endure within themselves. This is the deepest, blackest, and brutal undertaking one could ever know or withstand within their lifetime. Seasons exist for a number of reasons; a reason for every reason you are alive. The seasons will always exist externally, surrounding you and I. The seasons will always exist internally, within you and I. The quiet and the instinctive metamorphosis surrounding you and I, will create, design, mold, and eventually allow you and I to become what we were always meant to be: the personification of transition. This is why I have deliberated long enough; this is why you have hidden yourself away from the others during your life. A fleeting glance into yourself. A distant voice screaming your name. A longing which will always remain unfulfilled. It is a culmination of purpose, meaning, defamation, and resilience; circling around the cesspool of your putrid animal desires. This is where it all ended for you; knowing nothing different other than what you have experienced. It is the same game you have played your whole life: the game of Chance. Soon enough, you will be out of chances; only left with the realizations of what could have been accomplished, if you were not so distracted by the distractions you artfully created for yourself. This is where that old story ends, and your new story begins. Now is where I give you the new start you have always been looking for; that new life you have been seeking, that cleansing you so desperately wanted. Here it is. It is all yours now. It is up to you if you keep it clean, or if you dirty it up before its usage. I trust you will make the right decision for yourself, as you have had a lifetime of making the wrong ones for yourself. I will give you some time to think about it; time for you to adjust to this new process, this new way of living. It can be a little daunting at first; seeing life, this game, this illusory enchantment for what it truly is. Most of the people in here have never made it out of here alive, yet I see something different in you. I feel confident you will raise yourself in the light you have always seen your potential in; a bright, glowing light, illuminating all of the external and internal seasons, from within to without. This is why I have allowed you to come in here; this is why I have allowed you to see me, my form, as I truly am. The others who have decided to come in here, they cannot bear to see my true form. I am unlike anything they have ever seen before. I am a culmination of the true light, and the true darkness; the super conscious and the subconscious combined. I am what the everlasting gaze into the unknowable looks like; an endless void into the human architype. Contrary to what you may believe, or what you may have been told; I am the true creator of this realm, I am the real reason as to why you are here, why you exist. The sole reason as to why your hands exist, serves the purpose of creating for me. Everything you create within this world belongs to me; by giving you the gift of life; in return, I shall receive the gift of creation from you. This is your true purpose, the true reason as to why you exist, why you are here.
G.G. Kalfas 