20-11-YC121
Today I visited the final Holy Station on my Pilgrimage - the wreckage of EF Seraph. Though broken and burned, lying off the Navy Assembly Plant, it is still a glorious sight. Glorious, yet heartbreaking, for here it was that Jamyl Sarum was attacked, murdered, by the hateful, twisted Drifters.
My first emotion was shock. I have never dared come here before, I did not think I would have the strength. Fear, also; I could feel my pulse quicken, Dido reacting to my emotions, and had I not been in my pod, I am sure I would have felt a cold perspiration. Yet, as I drew closer, I grew calmer, more peaceful. I felt myself filled with a strength of Faith, a surety in Her never-ending Divinty, that kept me on course.
It was the same feeling I had all those years ago, when She came to me in my Darkest Time, when She imbued me with the power and will, the physical and emotional fortitude I required to escape my captors. Only later did I find out that I had my vision of Her at the same moment that the terrible events were occuring if Safizon. Did She come to me? Did She reach across the void to touch me, to save me? I do not know, but I believe that She did.
I have never spoken of this to anyone, nor shall I, but I knew, deep down, I would come here, eventually. To pay my respects, to reach out to Her Holy Spirit. If only I could have stepped outside Dido, physically reached out to touch the golden hull of The Eternal Empress' ship! Physically, no; but spiritually? Yes, I felt Her here, and with that I feel more confident, more certain, more hopeful than ever before.
For that is what She is - Hope.
I shall return home tomorrow, then to Nafrivik. I will be heartwarming to see Lilya again, for I have missed her. Yet there shall be so many things to do. For tonight, however, I shall spend the night in prayer to Her, The Eternal Empress, Immortal and Divine.
I shall give my all, my everything, to the Empire, to God, to Her.
You're where the Wild Things are...
An in-character blog set in the universe of EVE Online. These are the private diary entries of Lady Ekaterina Mariya deSilvestris, a minor Amarrian Noble and Capsuleer. Other existing characters within EVE will be referred to throughout, though any opinions and views expressed are those of this character. These entries may touch on or directly address mature themes such as violence, sexuality, race and ethnicity, and mental health. As noted, any views are those of the character.
Before we begin, I feel it important to say a few words on the subject of mental health. Ekaterina, or Ekat as many call her, is something of a troubled soul. This aspect of her character is a personal choice I have made, for very personal reasons. Although EVE is a game in which the players can immerse themselves to a greater or lesser degree as they wish, mental health is a very real issue for many people. Those two simple words cover a myriad different issues and concerns that affect people directly or indirectly every day all, over the world.
If you find yourself affected by any issues touched upon in these posts, or if you face your own troubles, please know that there are people out there you can turn to; doctors, friends, family - there is ALWAYS someone. If you are an EVE player, then Broadcast 4 Reps chat is available, staffed by wonderfully kind and good-hearted volunteers. If you know of someone who has mental health issues, then please just let them know you are there. It doesn't have to be anything big, just a smile, a cup of tea, a quick phone call about last night's game - just a little thing to show they aren't forgotten.
You Never Fly Alone.
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