write a dark story but have the last sentence make it beautiful
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Once upon a time, in the desolate wasteland that was once a lush and vibrant forest, there lived a solitary creature. The creature, a pitiful and grotesque being, was covered in thick, mossy scales that hid its form from the unforgiving sun. Its eyes, the only part of its body unprotected by that which grew upon it, were hollowed out, void of emotion, save for a single, piercing
The inky darkness enveloped the old, cracked streets, their grooves echoing hollowly as rain dripped off each corner like a puddle of treacle, spattering the cobblestones. A wind tore through the narrow alleys, ripping away the tattered remnants of buildings as if they were but scraps of paper, revealing only the ancient ruins that slumbered beneath. The air grew heavier with each breath, filled with