Sometimes, the word goes to a spiraling hell. You can call it an apocalypse, but beyond the chaos is light. A hope that never dies out. It seeps with dreams and passions that are never abandoned, but only replaced by the fears and sadness that envelops the world at that day. No matter what, it eventually ends. The damage is done, lives are lost, and the world is fractured. But when the dust settles, the world mends.
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