Haruka-Zakimoto

A gnawing empitness, which fills my heavy heart with anxiety and breaks the placid calm with a war cry, the signs of an approaching power struggle between the light and dark. The ambivalnce constricts the very air i breathe and once again, my soul is cast out unto sea, as i gather whats left of me and pull my marred body to shore. I awaken to find myself lost in desolate wastelands of my inner conscience. An ominous, unforgiving void. As i call out for help, my very echo eturns to mock me and my futile efforts. With each step i take, i am struck by nostalgia. Flashing memories, which sweep me of my own two feet. And then, the na