The World
Formed by God, a wild untouched creation. Conquered by humans, used by them for survival. Destroyed, attempted to be preserved, to sustain the life on its bosom. It has seen love, pain, death, and life multiple times. Life gave hope for cleansing, while death created a gateway to rebirth. Pain created a void that love rushed in to fill. The World, older and wiser than any sage, is a gift and a blessing to our universe.
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