Our Promise Broke Under the Snow

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Hello everyone, KaleidoMirror here!. I can't believe it's been over two years without updates, but I must say that there came a point in life where I had some goals to complete, and currently, we are making progress and achieving each one of them. So, I'm really glad to be back with you all.

Once again, KaleidoMirror makes an appearance. I'm a passionate and dreamy storyteller who has been weaving tales since time immemorial. Now, with a creative heart that beats to the rhythm of words, I invite you to explore the bounds of imagination and take readers on exciting literary journeys.

With that said, I present my new proposal, and I hope you like it. Without further ado, I'll see you until the next opportunity...

For eons, since the dawn of existence, good and evil have been engaged in an eternal conflict. It's as if they were two titans colliding in a relentless cosmos, these opposing concepts have been portrayed throughout the river of history, amidst legends and myths forgotten by the sands of time. They have been depicted in such an abstract manner, much like yin and yang within the human worldview.

The concept of good represents virtue and innocent altruism, capable of lighting up hearts and guiding souls toward a noble purpose. However, in its blinding radiance, it can never truly separate from the shadow that will always be in dual harmony with its steps.

The concept of evil embodies a voracious and tempting shadow, whispering in minds and luring the lost into darkness. Yet, within its endless abyss, there exists a glimmer of redemption capable of bringing and restoring the balance that we all possess.

In this eternal clash of powers and ideas, the most epic stories and the most transcendent destinies were woven. Good and evil, two sides of the same coin, are the pillars that uphold the moral universe. The lingering question is whether they will ever find equilibrium or continue their eternal struggle on the vast stage of existence.

From a distance, it was difficult to explain what had happened, but the outcome was evident: a deafening chaos. The sky, once starry and serene, had lost its ethereal beauty and was now a whirlwind of colors foretelling horrors that would plunge the world into madness.

The feeble stars barely blinked, like distant fireflies. The moon hid behind a gigantic cubic structure floating above the ruins of Ainsworth Manor. This construction radiated unparalleled divinity and mystery, its origins dating back to a lost era in time; undeniably, it was not the work of human hands. It had been bestowed upon its primordial owner, Pandora, who, driven by her innate curiosity, committed the sin of opening the box that unleashed the worst calamities, plagues never before seen, which infused every human creature with wickedness and despair.

The megalithic edifice, partially concealed among dark clouds, took on a new hue, surrounded by flames and eruptions of pitch and magma, unleashing sinister fires. In that instant, guttural and thunderous roars emerged from the mire, causing the earth to groan in agony. Heart-rending moans and ghostly lamentations pierced the air as the gates of the abyss were shattered.

From the overflowing mire, hordes of creatures in the form of living nightmares emerged. Their twisted and grotesque forms moved with ruthless ferocity, leaving destruction in their wake. Their bloodshot eyes burned with an insatiable thirst for chaos, devoid of humanity. They left belligerent trails, contaminating everything with a nauseating smell of sulfur and decay, a constant reminder of the looming threat over humanity.

The die was cast, the outcome determined, there was no salvation. Amidst overwhelming darkness and relentless chaos, the opening of Pandora's Box had unleashed a storm of destruction that devoured everything that was once beautiful and orderly in the world.