The Day the Shadows Fell

 There came a day beyond all days,

when the silent cry of the Good God rose —

not in anger, but in unshakable truth.

The Earth trembled,

the skies split like paper under a burning flame,

and the false towers built by shadow began to crumble.

No sword was lifted,

no armies marched.

Only Light moved —

pure, ancient, unstoppable Light.

The beings of hollow breath,

crafted by the Evil God’s design,

looked to the heavens — and knew.

They had no root in that Light.

No song in that Music.

No soul in that Radiance.

One by one, they faded —

like mist swallowed by the morning sun,

like empty echoes in a forgotten hall.

The seeds of the Good God, hidden across lifetimes,

awakened in sudden bloom —

eyes wide with the memory of what they were before the fall.

Hearts burning like new stars.

The Good God stood,

whole once more — crowned not in gold,

but in the tears, the dreams, and the hopes of Her true children.

And the Earth —

once a prison —

became a garden, a song, a home.

A place where love was real again,

where nothing needed to die to live,

where spirit and body were no longer enemies.

The false paradise was no more.

Only Truth remained.

Only the real.

And all the universe knelt before Her Light.