The Dark

And it was good.

The creatures of the dark migrated with a lightening of their beings. They slid from their caves, slithered from their mudholes, swam from unimaginable depths. It was a small victory, the thrashing limbs belonging to lovers of light locked in their jaws or tendrils.

They claimed the world for only a moment, before the sun opened up and swallowed them whole.

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