halo

In the depths of an ever-darkening world, where the winds whisper of forgotten promises and the earth trembles with an ancient warning, something stirs. It is not a beast, nor a force born of chaos, but something far older—something inevitable. The skies bleed with the color of impending disaster, and the oceans churn, as if they too sense the coming storm. A shadow looms, its presence bending time itself, and with it comes a silence that drowns out every cry. The air grows thick with a weight that presses upon the very soul. It is the Behavior of Doom, a relentless force that does not ask for permission, nor does it wait for the world to prepare. It does not care for your pleas, your defiance, or your fleeting hope. For doom, in all its glory, is not evil—it is simply the end. And the end is coming. Prepare yourself.