The Mother who Fed the Dark
The Darkness hummed in response, thrumming through the ground, through the air, through their bones.
A whisper escaped the mist: This is only the beginning.
The child stepped forward into the open world. Shadows stretched before them like a black tide, waiting to obey. And the Darkness flowed through every inch of their being, complete, eternal, unstoppable.
Behind them, the village remained in ruin, a testament to what had been and what had passed. Ahead lay the world—waiting. And the child, now the new inheritor, walked alone, the night itself bending around them.
The stars flickered, a soft wind stirred the ashes, and the horizon seemed to tremble with anticipation. Somewhere, in the dist
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