This is the end of the world, and it is also a dark age, with pain, struggle, and lamentation. When the abyss comes, darkness will envelope the world.
But even in the most desperate darkness, the little dust still has its own beauty to protect, family, friendship, love. The micro-murmur of countless dust will form the loudest sword cry, piercing the abyss and letting the light in.
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But what if you are darkness yourself?
(The author's own post, I like descriptions, so please proceed with caution!)
