Everything has consequences. There is a good and evil side to everything ever created or everything that ever will be created. Ignoring that is just bringing your doom one step closer than it was. And in some situation, that one step is all that matters.1312Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQrjFftw6bn
We humans are lazy. That's why we constantly build things that help us live our life in the lazy way we want. We try our best to make things that better our living conditions.
We fail to see another side to the spectrum. We ignore our impending doom if the object that signals it is remotely useful to us. And that will surely be the death of us.
It's a cruel world, she knows that. Her eyes have seen the worst humanity has to offer, they have seen and survived the unfathomable. Yet, she still refuses to believe that she is doomed. In the midst of the pouring rain, she looks at the sparkling butterflies fluttering around he, a small wistful smile adorning her face. Her eyes are misty, she doesn't know if it is because of the losing war around her or because of the small beacon of hope in front of her. 1312Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4aTAzNrXE0
She takes one more step into the unknown, her abilities is all she has to save everything she ever knew and loved. The rainbow is still within her, it's calming her in the middle of the ongoing storm. It's the only thing keeping her sane as she battles with the ugly world. It's her anchor as she tries to save the last remains of a horrible world, the world that she created.
She was one of the first that received the power. She was one of the few that survived the horrible experiments. "The beginning of a new world" They called her and those like her. However, the same powers that created the colorful butterflies will be the same powers that thrust the world into the grey wasteland. It was a beginning of a new world all right, a new world of destruction, a world of war and a world with nothing but ashes.
She stood there, the rainbow of possibilities swirling around her as she gazed into the ashes of the broken world. She stood, her hands gripping the umbrella tightly, her resolve strong in her eyes. She was going to make this world a better one. The phoenix will rise from the ashes, better than ever.
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