The inner world of edifice had gone into the chaos. The flesh and meat, the bones and veins - all strung up to the whims of Theos.

The intestines of mind, devouring all reason… The final order for the world, ravaged by the vile treason.

No longer would this land then suffer.

No longer would The Sun enjoy the laughter.

The world that long was dead had come to the conclusion.

And whether Sun was crushed or not, there was but one then resolution.

The world would have to be reborn. To spread the Life for souls of torment.

From ruin that Light had brought upon. To carry through the guard of Death this vile warning.

The stars were not the friends of old, but prophets of destruction.

The collapse let the Cataclysm unfold, with Second in conjuncture.

The wise of old had prayed to Light. Enslaved it, bringing progress.

The wise of new abused their right to make this work then worthless.

The land had gone beyond repair. Had shattered in the shards of soil.

The creatures of Light were most unfair. Such matters would not see them foiled.

The new then terror rose from ashes. The dark, the empty and the unknown.

The few who lived had scattered in rushes. The void between the chaos was sown.

The false Light then painted the Sun in red. The Moon then too, as witnesses wailed.

The creatures of Abyss were not well fed. The stoic defences quickly failed.

We lost ourselves. We lost the culture. We lost what pride we ever had.

We went on to reclaim our future, but were only thrown further back.

But why it matters for the story, then? Well, to tell you straight and proper…

It’s not a question of why or when. The Light will make the future suffer.

This is a message from before. From ones that lost the time for wisdom.

Do carry on without pride. The Light is the name that’s truly twisted.

The Towers still stand, unshaken. They keep the power afloat.

But when one will truly Awaken, he can throw this weight then overboard.

The Light had changed its ways. The Unknown brought corruption.

And I will do as the Creator says. I’ll watch over the last bastion.

*****

This was a tangent too prolonged. The story’s not yet over.

Forgive me, it is a traitor’s want. There is a few to cover.

They truly caught themselves in a maze. The one that’s dark and freshly pulsing.

They spent eternity in a daze, until they reached a mirror, enduring.

The mirror brought the hate around. It showed reflections of the lost.

And just like that, it screamed a sound. The shadows then appeared bound, preparing for the worst.

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No words were needed for either side. They all knew that the world was done.

What heroes needed was to survive the night. Then, all the pain would be long gone.

They all unleashed the beasts of fury. Imeera swung his cane in pace. Two flesh men rose from the ground, enduring, while flames clashed with shadow’s face.

But the reflection of the dark would take no quarter. It was the man against the man.

The flames and dark brought maze asunder. The Light and Dark had not yielded or ran.

Proi tussled with its twin of gloom. Their strength had not been tested better.

Anything to stave off the impending doom. Ascending to something even greater.

Pluto and his reflection chuckled, as old brothers that were worlds apart. Then planet jokingly got shadow whacked, and a raging fight had the right to start.

No side could overwhelm the mirror. No side could find a way to win.

Until Proi tossed the idea of a winner. It took and shook the hand of the twin.

The shadow grinned in blazing comfort. The vile mirror showed a crack.

“The peace will build the path then forward. There is no point to attack.”

The silver giant then agreed and hugged his shadow gently.

The piece of darkness disappeared, its face becoming friendly.

The planet bumped its fists with the brother. The mirror finally gave way.

It creaked and screamed from incoming bother, in agony wasting away.

The path again was had been presented, into the belly of the beast.

The Sun on top of the edifice waited, preparing for the coming feast.

*****

The Moon was standing in a court. Its name was Waxing M. Gibbous.

Like others of the Moon cohort, he had a piece for them to witness.

He was the Judge and Jury, all at once. The one to bring his law.

The trio had to pass and advance. He listed the crimes they brought.

“Denying the authority of stars. Of Progeny, the Bringers of Divine.

Denying life to The First and such. Denying Sun the right to thrive.

What say you, prophets of destruction? Your hollow lies will stop no process.”

Imeera was the first to speak.

“You have no honour left to judge us. The leech of a killer is all you’ll be.”

“The one who rules the world is Sun. Thus, all fault is fallen onto him.”

The words of Pluto shook the clown, but Moon was not defeated yet.

“We forbid the authority and disown. It’s time to bring the Sun regret.”

The young kin stood as icon, shining. The power forced the fraud back.

Conflict of them was now thriving. The Moon was smiling like a wreck.

“I witnessed you. The climb of texture and begrudge. Your hollow dream has no spirit. The path ahead is one aghast. You reach to save what fainted lastly, freed from the shackles of its weight. The body of the world is twisted - the ghost of earth turned into a wraith.”

So said the Moon Deliverer of old, still keeping his convictions true.

“But you will never, ever fold. Your dreams will bring the land its rue.”

He roared in pain. The court then burned and crumpled.

The silver net had blocked the way. Translucent beings took shape and warped.

The Light had poured through the cracks. It changed and shifted, and birthed delusion.

The maze was gone, and so were facts. Their mind was under dissolution.

But perseverance kept the spirit whole. The only trait to matter.

They would bring their life no woe. They had a score to settle.

The battle had begun.

The beings of the Light were no acquaintance to the cane. It passed through them in vain.

Pluto had breathed and froze them all. Imeera summoned bluish fires. He spread the flames then wide and tall, dissolving servants of the vile.

Proi grabbed the strings of scorching net. It grunted, ripped out the silver thread and tossed it onto frozen foes. They marched onward through the throes.

The more and more of Light was seeping. The wave of beings swallowed them.

Imeera had a chance of seeing. To use one dream he had back then.

“The one who through Death persists, witness… The nature of Progeny long hidden.”

The sphere of fire dispersed the grimness. The second Sun, powered and written.

The scorching flames of blue tore through the net and Light beyond. The stage of wisdom was at reach.

They brought their strongest valour to revolt. They had the world to stitch.

*****

The Full Moon and The Sun had witnessed heroes. They had to reach the traitor.

The world dissolved into the Light for eons. The ray of orange was their only vector.

And so, they stepped onto the ray. This time, the end was near.

The Sun had lowered down on the way, to congratulate the heroes.

“Your struggle led you through the void. But was it any better? There is that one Fate to avoid - erased be as a letter. I have the Light to change the course. I have the medicine to heal. The world had crawled through worse - it is my testament of Will. We reached the end of knowledge written. It’s time to summon The Unknown. If the planet goes a path not beaten, I’ll give it everything I own.”

The Moon was silent on the issue. But the face of a wise one is a mask.

The heat had ripped the air like a tissue. The Sun kept stubborn on the task.

“You have the one last stretch ahead. Your spirits shall now wither.”

The Sun and Imeera clashed their weight. The rest of them stood dither.

Pluto reached his hands for the traitor and breathed the beast of freezing. Its posture had no shame to waver and pierced The Sun with wheezing.

Proi met the flames with stoic duty. It punched the star into the side. The Sun had caught this thing of beauty and couldn’t let it slide.

The star had tossed a comet at Proi, the item, which then slugged it. Proi brawled The Sun with woe, no wavering in its wit.

The battle had raged then for a year, and yet, no resolution came.

Until The Moon’s mind went worse for wear, and he stabbed the Sun into the back.

The prideful Sun then screamed in terror, dissolving into finest mist.

To be reborn as it was once - fair, ruling the land with a gentle fist.

Imeera, Proi, Pluto, The Moon - all four had stood and given their devoirs.

To then rebuild the land once more. The return the lost their last favours.