The world is a cruel place. It's to the brim with unsightly corners, filled with dank and crawly beasts. The stuff of nightmares, I tell you. Darkness rules this land no matter how bright it gets. The creaking and whining shackles keeping the Darkness at bay are beginning to rust and crack, releasing the inevitable. The people have started to feel that the light can never be pierced, but the Darkness is patient. The light begins to fade, and the Darkness slips its way out of its eternal shackles. Soon, the word will return to The Abyss- it's the rightful owner.
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