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In a vast and prosperous city, the people lived in luxury. The streets were lined with gold, and their tables overflowed with food. Yet beneath the glittering surface, there was unrest. Greed had taken root in their hearts, and their endless desire for more blinded them to the suffering around them. The poor were left forgotten in the shadows, the land was stripped bare, and those in power grew rich off the labor of others. Each citizen, in their own way, contributed to the cycle, some through their actions, others through their silence. They saw the injustice but chose to look away, distracted by their own comfort. One day, a wise teacher came to the city, speaking of love, compassion, and forgiveness. He warned them, “You are hurting each other and the world that gives you life. Turn away from this path, for it will lead to ruin.” But the people laughed and dismissed his words. “We know what we’re doing,” they said. “We must secure our future. We cannot worry about the weak or the earth, for our success depends on these choices.” The teacher wept for them and prayed to God, saying, “Forgive them, Father, for they know exactly what they do. They choose greed over grace, power over peace, and pleasure over the cries of the needy. But their hearts are hardened, and they believe they are right.” In time, the city began to crumble. The riches they hoarded turned to dust, the land could no longer sustain them, and division tore them apart. Only then did they realize the truth, they had known what they were doing all along but chose the path of destruction out of pride and fear. Moral of the story: The world often walks with open eyes toward its downfall, not out of ignorance but out of a willful disregard for the consequences of its choices. Only when we acknowledge our actions and turn toward compassion and humility can healing begin. Spiritual lesson: True forgiveness comes when we understand that people often choose their actions knowingly, though their hearts may still be lost. Transformation begins not with denial but with the courage to change what we know is wrong.

There once was an Eggman, as tough as a rock, He’d been through more trouble than a ticking alarm clock! He’d been cracked and been chipped and he’d taken some knocks, But inside he had something that was of unusual stock. Now Eggman was strong, yes, that part was true, But oh boy, his layers were peeling right through! Every battle, every mess, every bonk on his head, Knocked off a layer, like he was breaking an egg! He didn’t mind much, not a squawk or a scream, He just kept moving forward, and following his dream. But one day, POW! a crack went so deep, He looked in the middle, and what did he peek? A tiny green plant! The size of your thumb! Her name was Ghia, and she heald much wisdom. “Eggman,” she said, “you’ve been tough, you’ve been smart, But now it’s time to find the truth in your heart.” He blinked at the plant, then gave her a wink, “So I’m not just an egg? Who would’ve thought to think?” “Nope!” Ghia laughed, “you’re as Earthy as dirt, With every crack and tumble, you’ve grown past the hurt.” The Eggman was puzzled, he scratched at his shell, But soon he stood proud, and oh boy, you could tell! He knew he was more than just cracks and a fight, He was Eggman, yes, but Earth was his light. So kids, here’s the moral, before you drift to sleep, Be true to yourself, no matter how deep. You might crack a bit, get knocked down and spun, But your real self will shine, once the layers are done!

In the beginning, when magic was young and the world still remembered the old ways, the High Priestess Selene stood at the pinnacle of her power. Her bloodline, touched by the divine essence of the Moon Goddess, had ruled the covens for millennia. But in her final days, a vision consumed her—a vision of a darkness that would one day sweep across the realms, turning light into shadow, and hope into despair. To safeguard the balance, Selene made the ultimate sacrifice. In a secret ritual known only to the highest witches, she offered her life essence to forge the Eye of Witches, a mystical stone of unimaginable power. It was said that the stone could see into the past, present, and future. It could unravel the deepest mysteries of the universe and reshape reality itself. But there was one condition: only those of divine blood, specifically Selene’s bloodline, could wield it without succumbing to madness. For any other mortal, the Eye would slowly poison their mind, stripping away their sanity, their emotions, and even their very soul. When Selene breathed her last breath, her soul became entwined with the stone, and it gleamed with the ethereal glow of her life force. The covens mourned her loss, but they knew her sacrifice had secured them a weapon more potent than any spell or sword. For centuries, the kingdoms of men and witches alike thrived, fueled by the fragmentary power of the Eye. However, mortals—never of divine blood—sought the stone’s strength despite its dangers. They were intoxicated by the possibilities it promised: power, wealth, immortality. But such ambition came at a steep cost. Those who dared to gaze too deeply into the Eye were inevitably consumed by it. Their bodies aged unnaturally fast, their minds twisted by nightmares, and their spirits fractured beyond repair. They lost all sense of self—emotion, morality, and sanity crumbling like sand between their fingers. These power-hungry rulers built vast empires, but they ruled with cruelty, madness eating away at their hearts until they became little more than hollow shells, existing in perpetual torment. Eventually, fear of the stone’s curse spread, and the covens decided to fragment the Eye of Witches. Each fragment held a fraction of its original power, enough to aid the witches and protect their realms but not enough to drive mortals to ruin. They scattered the shards across the world, giving each coven a piece to guard, and they vowed that the Eye would never again be whole. But fragments of such power have a way of attracting those who yearn for more. The Rise of the Dark In secret, a new force emerged—a faction of witches and sorcerers who believed that the Eye was never meant to remain fragmented. They called themselves the Children of the Night, and they sought to restore the stone to its former glory, believing it would grant them dominion over all realms: physical, spiritual, and astral. Led by a fallen witch named Morrigan, the Children of the Night searched for the hidden shards, willing to destroy anyone who stood in their way. Morrigan, once a member of the high coven, had tasted the power of one fragment and craved the full might of the Eye. Her vision was one of endless night, where only those loyal to her would wield magic, and the rest of humanity would be enslaved or eradicated. But not all witches agreed with Morrigan’s dark vision. A coalition of light, led by the High Priestess Lilith—descended from Selene’s divine bloodline—stood in opposition. Lilith knew that if the Eye were restored, its power would bring about not just the downfall of men but the unraveling of the very fabric of reality. The war between light and dark witches began, with both sides racing to recover the remaining fragments of the Eye. The Battle for the Astral Realms While fragments of the Eye were scattered across the physical world, the true heart of its power lay elsewhere. The final and most potent shards were hidden within the astral realms, a place where spirits and gods tread, and where the laws of time and space were fluid. Only those skilled in astral projection could navigate this dangerous territory, and even then, many were lost, their souls swallowed by the void. Lilith, desperate to stop Morrigan, gathered her most powerful witches to journey into the astral planes. They sought not only to recover the fragments but to destroy them, ensuring the Eye would never be whole again. But Morrigan, too, had learned the secrets of the astral, and her Children of the Night were equally determined to claim the remaining pieces. In the shadowed depths of the astral realms, the final battle between light and dark began. Witches of both factions clashed, their spells ripping through the fabric of reality. The power of the Eye pulsed like a heartbeat in the distance, drawing them ever closer to its resting place. As they fought, the astral world shifted, bending to the whims of their magic. Time looped and fractured, and the lines between life and death blurred. In the end, it was Lilith who reached the core of the Eye first. But as she touched the final fragment, the spirit of Selene appeared before her, warning of the dire consequences of reassembling the stone—even for a noble purpose. If the Eye was restored, it would no longer be bound to a single bloodline. Its power would become wild, uncontrollable, and it would draw not only witches but all beings into its madness. With a heavy heart, Lilith made her choice. She called upon the spirits of her ancestors and offered her own life essence to the astral realms. In doing so, she bound the final shard in a place where no mortal, witch, or even spirit could reach it. Her sacrifice ensured that the Eye would never be whole again, and the war would come to an end—for now. The Aftermath The war between light and dark left