And she appeared.
"Finally, our fight draws to a close," said the Light.
"Yes," said the Grey, "and none could end it, who belong to either the Light or the Dark. The Light and the Dark cannot end each other, for they are each other. The answer lies in the moral grey, and she has arrived."
"No, she belongs to the Dark, and the Dark can win, because the Dark has won."
"The Light is truth, but the Light is not Light if not reflected. What is the Dark but a poor imitation of the absolute? I am not hope, I am not the moral grey. I am NOT. I am ███████."
The fight found its end. All did. All was not. All is ███████.
"Finally, our fight draws to a close," said the Light.
"Yes," said the Grey, "and none could end it, who belong to either the Light or the Dark. The Light and the Dark cannot end each other, for they are each other. The answer lies in the moral grey, and she has arrived."
"No, she belongs to the Dark, and the Dark can win, because the Dark has won."
"The Light is truth, but the Light is not Light if not reflected. What is the Dark but a poor imitation of the absolute? I am not hope, I am not the moral grey. I am NOT. I am ███████."
The fight found its end. All did. All was not. All is ███████.