Sentinels of the light

I open my eyes. I am happy I have opened my eyes. I take a deep breath. And then I sit up. Purple skies mixed in with the most beautiful of oranges and dying yellows. The starlight takes over the skies as I forget the colors and my eyes fall in love with the lights of the night. I know I have left my former life behind. The stars in the sky begin to grow larger and brighter. I then discover that they are not stars at all. They are coming for me. All of them. I am the shadow of sin. I have committed atrocity after atrocity. I even destroyed all the life on this Planet. I thought I was going to die with it. They now look like falling stars. All of them blazing in my direction. Sentinels of the light. Angels of the heavens. Call them what you like. This battle will likely tear this Planet apart. Such a shame. To shatter such a beautiful sky above. For even the eyes of darkness and chaos can find such a beauty.

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