Sparkatale

In time eternal lies a seed. A catalyst, the death of an age, the death of time. The curtain falls, the curtain dims, the curtain smothers what remains and the curtain is. The death of dawn, death of light, the death of time, all will fall beneath the deepest darkness. All will fall, and the shining will no longer be. Dusk is falling, and the Disciple will conquer.