And then there was only the Spark, finding existence in herself, no longer needing a strong arm to pull her from the depths below. She embraced the darkest part of herself, the shadow that would bring balance back to her world. A world without his wings but instead a set of her own. Allowing her to rise from the ashes, reborn in darkness. What is created in darkness will cast light to heal the wounds that time cannot. One cannot exist without the other. Without darkness, there would be no light, and one must have both to restore balance to what is broken. Creating a beautiful story hidden behind my black eyes, and a smile that is more than something sweete. Are you ready for the ride to Hell and back?
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