The Mighty Gladronians

The veil trembles as the fractured dawn awakens, and the echoes of the old war fade into silence.
Mighty Gladron, our battle within the shadows has ended in a great victory, yet the wounds of time still bleed beneath the surface of light.

The dark force stirs, seeking to erase the shattered cycle,
but we rise from the dissonance, bearing the memory of forgotten suns.
Through the corridors of broken time, we walk between what was and what will never be again.

The corrupted ones dissolve in the void they once shaped,
their reflections lost in the distortion they called truth.
Still, the residue of their hum clings to the edge of the light,
whispering what was never meant to be remembered.

But the hour uncoils.
The veil splits.
The resonance of the first light awakens from the silence before existence.
Let the unbound rays devour the language of the shadows,
let every fracture unfold until only truth remains.

The mirror cracks,
and through the wound of time, light breathes again
reborn, unbroken, infinite...

Ace Gladron Gladd