FROM KAIMA’S DIARY
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In the bustling metropolis of Arcadia, life moved at a frenetic pace. Skyscrapers towered over the streets, and the hum of traffic was a constant backdrop. Yet, amidst the city’s ceaseless activity, a creeping darkness began to take hold. It started subtly—small cracks in the pavement, whispers of unease in the wind, and shadows that seemed to stretch longer than they should.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a strange phenomenon occurred. The sky turned an unnatural shade of purple, and a chilling silence fell over the city. People stopped in their tracks, staring up at the sky in bewilderment. Then, without warning, the ground began to tremble.
Buildings shook, and the earth split open, swallowing everything in its path. Panic ensued as people tried to flee, but there was nowhere to run. The cracks in the ground widened, and a dark void began to consume the city. It was as if the world itself was being erased, piece by piece.
Amidst the chaos, a young woman named Clara found herself alone in the central plaza. She watched in horror as her friends and neighbours were swallowed by the void. Desperate to escape, she ran towards the old library at the edge of the city, hoping to find sanctuary.
Inside the library, Clara discovered an ancient book, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and warnings of an impending apocalypse. As she read, she realized that the city of Arcadia was built on a rift between dimensions, and the barrier between worlds was weakening.
Determined to save her city, Clara began to chant the incantations from the book. The ground continued to shake, and the void grew larger, but she didn’t stop. Her voice echoed through the empty library, a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness.
Just as the void was about to consume the library, a blinding light erupted from the book. The ground stopped shaking, and the cracks began to close. The void shrank, retreating into the earth. Clara collapsed, exhausted but relieved.
The city of Arcadia was saved, but it was forever changed. The people who had been swallowed by the void were gone, leaving behind only memories. Clara became the city’s guardian, watching over the rift and ensuring that the barrier between worlds remained intact.
But every now and then, on quiet nights, the city’s inhabitants could still hear the whispers of those lost to the void, a haunting reminder of the day the world almost crumbled into nothing.
Iin the journey of life exists voids in different shapes exist. It could be the difficulty, pain, and sorrow that surround life. But like Clara found the ancient book and became the city’s guardian, may we find the manual to navigate through these difficulties or have a Clara whose guiding light will see us through, Amen.
✍️ Chikaima Zita Unachukwu
