Fallen Hope

A blinding flash of white light appears from the blackness, but never breaks the haunting silence that fills the air. The light wanes slightly, struggling to hold back the impeding darkness that threatens to claim it. Light almost prevails, only to fall into the void. However, the darkness is not the victor today. Instead, the two opposing shades are whiped out by a chilling blue hue. A voice resonates in the empty space, feminine in nature and yet as cold as ice. The spoken words are not joined by a body, not even a silhouette. One could say that the light itself has a voice, as impractical as it sounds. "Welcome to my eternal curse...."

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