It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt.
That dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause these seeds to sprout.
The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light.
The dark’s patience is infinite.
Eventually, even stars burn out.
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