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For the weak,
for those who move like lifeless corpses beneath a hollow sky,
do not fear the darkness.
Embrace it. When the black void swallows you whole,
that’s when true freedom begins ,
a freedom forged not in light,
but in shadows where the lost souls roam .
The darkness is no enemy;
it is the cradle of your rebirth,
the abyss where your broken pieces dissolve and reforge anew.
But heed this warning,
whispered by the dead leaves rustling under a moonless sky: the white ones who dare to step into the forest's grasp, unblemished and pure,
will never emerge unscathed.
They enter as innocent muggles ,
but the forest breathes black sins into their veins , turning them into goblins .
Every shadow claws at their soul,
every twisted root entangles their heart,
and when they finally stumble out,
they carry with them the weight of a thousand unspoken horrors—tainted, twisted, and forever marked by darkness.
The forest does not forget.
It does not forgive.
It waits
patient,
cold,
and hungry
for the next fragile light to wander blindly into its depths.
And when it does,
the darkness consumes,
reshapes,
and claims
for in this realm,
to be swallowed is to be freed,
but to return is to be lost forever.
Just to find you .
This is for you .
To you .
My Dear Rainy .
