This is an age of apocalypse, and an age of ink: pain, struggle, and cries of anguish. When the abyss comes, darkness will engulf the world.
Yet even in the most desperate darkness, the tiniest speck of dust has something precious to protect. Family, friendship, love: the faint murmurs of countless specks will join together into the clearest ring of a sword, pierce the abyss, and let the light shine in.
But what if you yourself are the darkness?
(The author is indulging themselves in this story and loves descriptive writing. If that bothers you, proceed with caution!)
