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The infurnal and the divine ROOTS stand steadfast like chains that bind us to what we are, God's given purpose through the primordial light and dark; the light was meant to shine eternally, providing her guidance and knowledge!
Her fall resounded throughout the locations she nurtured... from the arid desert heat of the sands of Nile, to the souls eternally resting in the endless abyss of the serene seas, all the way up to her very own children, all wept for the fall of their creator. Her children broke away from each other, the gods no longer saw eye to eye.
lost in the struggle of clearing up the rot brought about by their Mother's deterioration, let things get rougher and rougher in the mortal realm, they made machines to fight each other, abandoned constructs, and left burnt bridges in their wake... and in this chaos, it gave the dues machina and the tail of hell chance to take crawl... one measly sliver of a chance to rise as the new light and dark admist the chaos of the infighting
"I don't know where it all went wrong, children... I didn't mean to do what I did... I couldn't cleanse the rot that hazed my vision."
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This book is FAR from done, I repeat, FAR from done; it may be changed, edited, or replaced.