Everywhere it waits for one worthy to overtake it and bring the light back Into our world.
For it simmers in monotony, decays in tedium. Churning life into ashes, ashes into dust, dust into Darkness, it impatiently seethes in its conquering to seek a challenger for its yet-unopposed diadem of sovereignty. Victory and its consequence reign together in disharmonious synchronies, and these two like an untreated wound exposed to vile air.
In the days time forgot, before the creation of Man and its offspring, two worlds dwelt in glorious orchestra of infinitude. These worlds were unity between Light and Life, unabashed boundlessness, unblinking clarity.
When Light was defeated, these two suffered from a tempestuous schism. With fractured distance Light and Life no longer sang in unison, but inelegantly. As a wolf who shreds the fresh sinew of its quarry to repose in its gory warmth, so Darkness has rifted the two worlds and hidden itself between them.
It has grown weary of its devouring. Now it desires the hunt.
- Excerpt from The Writ of Shadows
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The Brink of Creation
PertualanganThe Brink of Creation is an epic fantasy adventure surrounding themes of destiny, sacrifice, and corruption. A teenage vagrant called The Scientist, struggling to survive in the World of Life, seeks the meaning of true hope. Attracting a group of li...
