A Sky's Evil

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A Sky's Evil
The sky is a wonderful thing. All of the miscellaneous things that make up the sky all have a special trait that makes them beautiful In their own special way.

Amongst the white dreamy clouds is evil. The black clouds of despair spoil the unique coloration of the amazing sky. The evil clouds of the Sky’s bane ruin all who oppose it, leaving only pools of icky dirty water in its path.

Most likely after the demon clouds make way to another area of the world, the special gifts from the heavens arrive. After the evil goes, a rainbow spreads joy and happiness instead of doom and despair. All of the destruction turns into a wonderful spectrum of color that is a rainbow.