In lands where shadows twist and weave,

And the earth itself begins to grieve,

A silent storm spreads far and wide,

Mana's touch—a curse, a tide.

It seeps through roots, and cracks in stone,

Turning fields to seas, flesh to bone.

It calls to beasts, it bends the trees,

Warps men’s hearts with unseen keys.

From distant peaks to forest’s breath,

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It twists the skies and taints the depths.

Puppets dance to threads unknown,

Bound by powers never shown.

A world adrift, its fate unclear,

Where hope is swallowed by creeping fear.

Yet in the dark, where horrors flower,

Lie fragments—Hearts of Power.

They burn and twist, they feed and grow,

They build, corrupt, bestow—bestow.

Like gems of night, their strength unfurled,

To change, to break, and shape the world.

So heed the signs, beware the day,

When tides of change sweep all away.

For though they shine and beckon bright,

These Hearts can burn away the light.