The Last Light

Something ancient is hungry. Something else refuses to be consumed.

A beast of shadow and fury holds the dying sun within its jaws, yet the light burns on. Defiant. Radiant. Unyielding against a darkness that believes it has already won.

The world writhes around them. Order dissolving into chaos, familiar forms losing their shape, the void pressing in from every direction. And still that golden energy pushes back. Not with certainty, but with everything it has left.

Some see the beast. Some see the light. Most of us have felt like both.