IMMORTAR POP STARS -Our story

Whenever hunger of the greedy,
venom of the hateful,
crown of the arrogant
breaks past the leash of control-
the world cracks.
It kneels at the edge of ruin.
But no one knows why.
No one speaks the name behind it.

How terrible it is.
It feeds.
On rage. On ruin. On silence.
It is not flesh. Not soul.
It is something wrong. Twisted.
Not a creature of nature-
but an anomaly.

Yet even in the womb of darkness, hope never falls.
It burns like a star during eclipse-
quiet. fierce. unseen until the sky breaks.

When the hymns of hope rise beyond the blackest night,
the melody remembers.
It speaks of survival.
Not loud. Not proud.
Just alive.

They do not exist.
But they do.
To erase the unnamed ones from the world of men,
the fairies and the warriors of every broken generation
have sung. have bled. have faded.
They still do.
And because of them-
the human world still breathes.
For eternity.

But the darkness never rests.
It dreams of dominion.
Over man. Over myth. Over magic.
Over Mythopia.

But here is the truth they fear-
magic is not a miracle.
It is not a spell of gold or flame.
Magic is a heart that refuses to break.
A hope that sings in ruins.
A freedom that chooses to be.

And it will be.
Forever.