When the first word was spoken it landed with a thud, flat and square in the dirt before melting with a crackle and then fizzing into the air. The first word spoken had such an effect on the speaker that the second, third, fourth and fifth followed it in quick succession, thudding, crackling and fizzing into thin air. These words filled the air with light, twisting and twirling and firming a complex narrative that spread out across time like a patchwork quilt. Each voice adding something new, enriching it, making it vibrant and alive.
The shadows retreated, scattered by the light. Light filled the world and the darkness was defeated. In the deepest recesses of the world the darkness remained and waited and watched, lying at the edges of the world, slowly creeping and seeping into the empty spaces, infecting the world and bringing with it fear and loneliness and pain.
The darkness was patient and it reached out touching every soul until the darkness resided inside everyone like a squatting toad. In the dead of night the shadows awakened, stretching, uncurling and making the darkness a suffocating blackness, flexing their grip on humanity.
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