Darkness likes to dissolve souls. Smother them. Whittle them down to nothingness. Leave them as less than dust. But this soul is too stubborn, strong, both halves too solid to ruin. So the darkness shatters it. Smashes it into shards and throws the pieces wide. Brown for earth. One blue for air. Another blue for fire. Black for dragons. Grey for water. Another blue for the void. Green for love. Gold for girl. Too many for the boy.
Then the shadows swallow the world, the heavens, the city of glass, and spit out the pieces. Nine pieces for a new world.
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