Prolouge : The World of Flower
Once, this world was a paradise. Flowers bloomed in colors beyond imagination, swaying gently with the wind. Crystal-clear rivers shimmered under a golden sky that never dimmed. The air carried a scent so soothing, it felt as if peace itself resided in every breath.
In this land—the World of Flower—fear was a foreign concept. Neither day nor night bore any threats. Creatures lived in perfect harmony, welcoming each dawn with laughter and joy. Light embraced them, a warmth that felt eternal.
But eternity was an illusion.
Without warning, darkness descended.
It came in the form of a man with piercing eyes and a smile that spelled doom. Mr. Alex, the new ruler, wielded a magic so vile that it drowned every echo of happiness. The golden sky collapsed into an abyss of endless black.
The once-vibrant flowers withered, their colors fading as if mourning a world now lost. Rivers, once pure and glistening, turned into murky graves, concealing horrors in their depths.
Fear became the air they breathed.
Monstrous creatures prowled the streets, their glowing eyes lurking in the shadows, obeying their tyrant master. Those who resisted vanished, leaving behind nothing but whispers of their fate. Hope—if it still existed—was a dying ember, suffocating under the weight of despair.
Yet, long before the fall, an ancient prophecy had been etched into history. A prophecy foretelling one from beyond this world, destined to restore the lost light.
But prophecies are nothing more than dying whispers on forgotten pages.
And in a land abandoned by the light… who still dares to believe in miracles?
The World of Flower is no longer a paradise. It is a forsaken realm, where darkness reigns supreme.
And this story has only just begun.
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Teaser : The Last Flower: A Battle For Hope
Darkness surrounded him. The cold wind whispered in his ears, carrying a voice from nowhere.
"Dave..."
The whisper felt so close, yet when he turned, there was nothing but emptiness.
Then, from the shadows, a hooded figure emerged. Eyes glowing red, burning like embers in the abyss.
"The time is near..."
Dave's heart pounded. He wanted to move, to run, but the ground beneath him held him captive. A crimson key floated in the air, calling to him—awakening something buried deep within.
As the wind howled louder and the darkness thickened, Dave realized one thing:
Once he steps forward, there will be no turning back.