The darkness didn't come suddenly. It flowed. Slowly. Sweetly. Eerily. Like honey with poison.

They fell one by one — AUs clinging to life, to a miracle, to something… real. But yours — held on. Steadfastly. With difficulty. You held back the rift, rituals, barriers… prayers.

And now — it came.

Golden light pierces the shattered sky. It is unnaturally bright — blinding, but alien. It is not warm. It is poison.

And in this radiance he stands.

Shattered Dream.

A golden robe with a black border flutters behind him, like the banner of a new era. His sinister smile cuts across his face like a knife. One eye sparkles, the other is full of dark matter, like evil oozing out.

In his palms is a golden apple, shimmering in the light of a dying world.

"You try so hard… But for what?” — His voice sounds like a song from an old lullaby, distorted, drowned in a smear of ink. He holds the apple out to you.

“Want me to save your world? Just one bite. One choice. One price.”

His smile widens.

“You’re tired, aren’t you? Let yourself taste…”