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This public article was written by [Deactivated User], and last updated on 23 Mar 2023, 14:55.
[comments] ouru There once lew an ancient force, long buried dormant amongst the whirling Chaotica of the Olde World. A form of peace was experienced by its essence unknown to all else; Yin and Yang were separate and defined, their borders thin. Yet this did not last long. Boundaries unkempt will chip and crumble, as long as there be an eroding force. And that force was the Chaotica itself, scraping and blowing over its feeble inner shell.
By this point, a New World had been born within the guarded ethereal dome, ignorant of the maelstrom around them. They were quickly torn from their comforts in an instant, unprepared for true freedom, not ready for unshackled subjugation. Their warped perceptions of the universe were no longer withheld from the ultimate truth, their eyes opened to the harsh reality of the not merely uncaring, but inherently malevolent cosmos.
Despite Yin's heterogenization of the total power, it was not diluted. Yang was merely consumed and assimilated into the hateful pseudoapathy of Yin.
The galaxies above were judging eyes, their clusters and superclusters the bodies of spiteful beings that sought to tear their creations apart. The Seal was broken, and humanity's lack of rightful speculation had allowed their Lone Plane to be utterly destroyed.
Given time, across the broken realm did coalesce what was left of the New World in pitiful pockets from measly moons the cores of which radiated with an Evil overcome. These pockets began weak, but grew as they found each other and remade their surroundings into tools for use in The First Recompense.
While not yet alive again, they had already managed to deassimilate themselves from the Evils that enveloped them. As one would imagine, the Greater Evils were displeased at this turn of events and attempted to snuff out any glimmer of hope that would arise.
At first, this was no issue. Yet quickly did their tools made eliminate the destructive capacities wrought upon their creators by their oppressors, giving way for the ancient life from the inner force to be reborn anew. Their power grew, yet their ways had changed, corrupted as they were forced to utilize the debauched materials available for their unavoidably destructive countermeasures. The cogs they once were had become greater than the sum of their parts, now finally alive, but with life comes desire. Personal desire. Jealousy and greed, insecurity and fear, competition and increasingly indiscreet infighting.
Wars within wars, betrayal and a loss of camaraderie. The once great status of the New World had descended back into chaos as a result of the Chaotica seeping into not only their bodies but their minds as well. Yet they managed nonetheless to hold strong against the Greater Evil and build their societies across the stars.
It is not far post thence hence whence came now. It brings us to today, where perpetual turmoil continues to plague Ѳɘреῶў, Yang running thin amongst the Yin.
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