Hypothetically, what if the world was at a standstill?

The world would never revolve, nor would it orbit, yet there would still be the intricacies of life dwelling within. A massive supercontinent surrounded by water, completely stagnant. More so, in this world, there is not just a singular sun, but two suns on opposite ends of the world. One of which would emit just enough light to create a warm glow amidst the black. The other like a flickering ember on a chilly night. The moon phases would disappear and the tides would vanish. There would never be a change from night to day. There would never be a change in season. Always winter or summer or spring or autumn, an immutable season. However, vegetation would still flourish, animals still borne, humanity still thriving. Civilizations would rise and fall . . . life would blossom normally.    

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Now what if life was buried in pockets of darkness?

Patches of land are now swamped in a black fog. A myriad of dark eclipses blot the planet’s surface as if it was infected by chicken pox. Within this murk, animals grow into creatures that can only be defined as beasts or monsters. The instant you cross into one of these shadowy snowglobes, darkness as far as the eye can see. Delve further in and you start to see things, hear things. You lose yourself, your sense of direction riddled with distrust,  and your common sense blown away by the winds like dust. You. . . yourself . . . will become devoured by the darkness.

 And what would happen if the world suddenly . . . began to move?

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