Amidst the ruins, the once-prosperous landscape of the city was no more. Broken walls and shattered pillars littered the ground, surrounded everywhere by rubble and debris.
Suddenly, a streak of golden light pierced the silent night sky, illuminating the pitch-black ruins. The golden light cut through the city's wreckage, shining upon the fractured streets, collapsed high-rises, and devastated squares.
This golden light was brilliant yet gentle, warm without being scorching.
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