One side was golden pink.
Lit by the last ray of the evening sun.
The other side was dark with rain.
A storm brewing in the distance.
Bright and dark rolled up together.
Both necessary for this world to be what it is.
There is no darkness equivalent to great light corrupted.
“Bright and dark rolled up together.
Both necessary for this world to be what it is.”
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