The fortress of the Dark King hides in the shadows of the Black Sea waves,
An unseen wind gently shaking its stone walls.
The sunlight is soft, and the trees deepen their green,
But thick clouds occasionally cover the sky, sending cold rain crashing onto the shore.
The Black Sea’s waves rage wildly, whitecaps beating against the rocks,
And the wind lets out an eerie howl.
Behind the calm season, nature’s fury quietly shakes the balance of the world.
Deep underground, like a sleeping great serpent, lie the relentless ones,
Silently awakening, crawling upward in search of the light.
That light will not bring mere destruction,
But will illuminate those who hold truth and hope in their hearts.
Nameless and ever-changing,
They are the deadliest blades against those who disturb the harmony of the universe.
Yet, the movement of those writhing in the underground darkness is blocked
By an invisible poisonous wind.
The breath of methane spreads quietly, sounding an alarm within secret strongholds.
Though their resolve is strong, they cannot defy the forces of nature.
No one knows how this disturbance will affect the underground powers.
And now, someone is surely “approaching.”
The Dark King remains unaware,
Only the footsteps of an unseen visitor echo quietly.
2025.5.15☆OliveR
This story is a work of fiction and is not related to any real persons, organizations, or events.
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