OverconfidentMagi
Laugh Like You've Won Always
An endless black plane, extending away as far as the eye can see. Above the night sky is dark, devoid of moon or star or any signs of light at all. An entire infinity dressed black in mourning. A figure stands in this suffocating darkness. He is tall and covered from head to toe by a long black cloak. Two long narrow horns can be seen rising up from within his deep hood. He takes a step, and the black plane beneath ripples outward as if it were water, or ink. He slowly approaches the light source illuminating this world. There is a tiny island that rises just out of the ink-black lake, little more than a rise of obsidian black stone jutting up from beneath the surface. And on this island there sits a tree, looming and ancient, with cracked black bark more resembling stone than the ground it sits on and sparse leaves the color of ash. And beneath this tree sits a woman. Her pale white form illuminates the otherwise perfect darkness. She smiles and waves as the horned figure approaches, greeting him as an old friend. She stands, and from behind her back she produces a single tiny blue flower. A gift.
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WELCOME TO
THE DARK CITY
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