I must hurry. I fear that my window for being in this world is drawing closed and when it will draw open again I'm not knowing. It seems things are becoming violent on the other side. War is fast approaching. Many nations are beginning to move on one another. Though I am not the cause, I feel that it has been my goal to stop this conflict before it started. So, have I failed? Is it because I left that world for this one so many a time, or that I wake to theirs at all? It will be cold when I wake into their world next, and with the advent of war on the horizon I fear a storm will metastasis. Yet, I will still be standing among the ruins of a place long forgotten, twelve ancient pillars gathered one another in a never ending field. Maybe if I could figure out the significance of these ruins I could stop what comes next. Then again, does my window to that world know what they are for? If so, is he trying to show me something? Sometimes I forget that the life I wake to isnt mine, and that I'm just a step above an observer. So that make me meddler?
For what comes next I'm not sure, but I do know I won't stand idly by on the sidelines while these other worlds I have visited become a theater for war. I think He feels the same way. To be a guardian to those that seek their own destruction, standing in between these armies and threatening them, almost daring, them to move on one another. For this reason I fear that I may be swept away from this world. To see this through to the end, and ,maybe, see what it is that He wishes me to see.....