The Withered Innocence

In a world of light, purity stood alone, a beacon. It was a

symbol of peace, untouched by the world. But even the brightest dawn must

eventually meet the dusk. Corruption seeps through the veins of innocence,

staining all. The colors of memory fade into the cold abyss. What was once

vibrant now bows to inevitable decay. The world collapses, leaving behind only a ghostly silence.

Beauty crumbles into ash, scattered by an empty wind. In the end,

there is only the eternal void.