Night vs Day
The clarity of noon vs. the mystery of midnight. Same street, different worlds. The world in high contrast vs. the world in soft focus. The noise of the sun, the silence of the moon. Bright lights vs. deep shadows.
A true heart conquers all!
[The Reflection in the Mountain] For decades, the kingdom was isolated from the world by a dark curse. High in the only mountain pass stood a Beast made of jagged, black glass. The King sent his strongest armies to destroy it, but they always returned broken and bloody. The Beast possessed a terrible magic: it reflected whatever was given to it. When the soldiers swung iron swords, the Beast grew iron limbs and struck back. When the archers fired arrows, the Beast’s glass body shattered into a thousand flying shards, piercing armor and skin. When the generals shouted in rage, the Beast let out a scream that shook the stones loose from the cliffs. Force only bred more force. The kingdom remained trapped, and the people began to lose hope. [The Man with Open Hands] One day, a humble man who tended the royal orchards approached the commanders. He was not a warrior; his hands were rough from soil, not hilt leather. He carried no armor, only a simple woven basket. "Let me pass...
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