He has a new dawn and she has a new dusk. Both a murky light. A new light. Their light. Good Evening. Darkness. Cold, unforgiving, and muting all in existence. Humanity's sight was forever entrenched... until there was Light. Souls are tender things. Unseen by human eyes, but eternally precious. We battle for their preservation every second of every day. Intangible, yet fragile, our souls need protection from the Darkness that seeks to blacken our...
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