I can see it now. Daká. It looks like a black cloud that sucks everything in, but only microscopic pieces come out. It has tendrils that lift buildings high into the air before dropping them, making smaller pieces for it to envelop. It devours everything, even hope, love, happiness.
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Science Fiction200-4-5000 My name is Brianna, but I like to be called Anna. Today is the two-hundredth week, the fourth day, and the five-thousandth year since Corwyn was inhabited. I live in Aldlight but strange things are starting to happen here, so my dad, Ric...
